#i felt so professional writing this i swear we're not professional i just have a lot of feelings

[wander-wren]

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[lxkeee]

CHAINED BY DESIRES

—ONESHOT

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Sinner! Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Lucifer owns your soul in this one. Slightly suggestive at the end, no smut.

Notes: I noticed that many writers have been writing about the reader preening Lucifer's wings and I may have accidentally joined into writing one.

SMUT | NAV.

Lucifer Morningstar, despite being the ruler of hell, the symbol of evil. He never really is the type to make deals in exchange for a person's soul. Well, he owns one soul—a sinner's soul, the soul of [y/n]. He managed to save her one time from other sinners while he was out on the pentagram city. The girl offered her soul in return, promising her loyalty and he rejected at first but the sinner was persistent.

“You're highness, please. Please accept my soul, I want to work for you. I swear to you my loyalty.�� the girl says, kneeling in front of him, pleading to him to accept her soul. Lucifer was nervous, he never tried owning a soul before and this sinner is persistent.

“No.” Lucifer deadpans making the female sinner pout, looking up at him with those pretty eyes. He gulped nervously, he didn't expect a sinner to be this beautiful. He shakes away the thoughts, guilty for thinking about such lustful thoughts despite just recently splitting with his ex-wife, Lilith.

“Please, I trust you more than I trust these demons around me... Please, I can work for you.” She pleaded with teary eyes that made him guilty, Lucifer sighs, clearly already second guessing his decisions as golden paper appeared out of thin air, floating towards the sinner.

“Alright, fine. Please read the fine print.” he deadpans and the sinner's eyes gleam as she reads the paper. Lucifer wasn't asking much of her, he just wanted her as his assistant as he had trouble managing his own kingdom after Lilith left and he promised to only own half of her soul inside the palace.

“Well, is the agreement to your liking?” he asked, running his hands through his hair. Already contemplating if he's doing something right.

“Yes, thank you so much Sir!” She says as a pen manifested out of thin air and she gently grabbed it and signed her name—[y/n] in a pretty cursive writing. The paper rolls into a scroll and to seal the deal, Lucifer offers his hand for a handshake.

“I hope you don't disappoint me.” he says with a small smirk and [y/n]'s shakes his hand and gold immediately surrounded them and a golden chain was wrapped around [y/n]'s pretty throat, the chain attached to Lucifer's hand.

[Y/n] brought her hand to feel the chains around her neck, she's surprised it isn't tight—it felt comfortable even. Like a necklace. Lucifer watched her, admiring the chain around her neck and admiring that her other eye had a black sclera—a symbol that her soul had already been owned by him.

With a smile he began to walk out of the alleyway, “Follow me, you'll begin working today.” he says and the girl follows him eagerly.

It has been seven years since she started working for him, surprisingly, [y/n] was able to professionally do her work as his assistant, usually the one overseeing important matters in his place. At first, Lucifer doubted her for her skills but she proved him wrong. He can't function without her help.

All these years, [y/n] has been his rock. Making sure he's not breaking down, making sure he is properly taken care of.

Lucifer admits to himself that he is slowly falling in love with the woman, how couldn't he? [Y/n] is amazing, beautiful, kind, and smart.

Knock, knock, knock.

He flinches, his thoughts momentarily cut off from surprise. He turned around to see you at the door, a worried look on your face.

“Sir, I brought you dinner. We're having crispy chicken fettuccine tonight,” she says as she walked inside his room and placed down a plate of the dish on to his coffee table, “and for dessert, your favorite apple pie.” she says softly with a smile, placing down a plate of a single slice of apple pie right beside the plate of pasta.

Lucifer smiled at her, giving her a small nod, “Thank you, [y/n].” he says and the woman nodded and gave him a small bow, “It is my pleasure, sir. Excuse me.” she says softly and turns around to leave the room.

Before she could leave he stopped her, “Wait...!” he calls out, [y/n] stopping as she turns back around to look at him, giving him a raised eyebrow.

“What is it, Sir?” she asked softly, leaning against the doorframe. Goodness, she looked so attractive leaning against the doorframe with her hands crossed over her chest, the black suit paired with a red tie hugged her frame perfectly, showing off her curves.

Lucifer's cheeks heat up as he admired her form and also from the inevitable question he wanted to ask, he's been wondering when the perfect time he could ask her. It's not like it would be the first time they did it but he's embarrassed, he's embarrassed to ask her for help to preen his feathers. [Y/n] helped him countless times with his wings before but now that he already came to the realization that he has feelings for his assistant, he's having second thoughts as his wings are one of his most sensitive areas.

(You thought he wanted to have sex didn't you? SpongeBob that is so disgustin—me too.)

But his wings have been rather unkept and itchy lately and he's in desperate need of assistance as he has three pairs of wings.

[Y/n] looked at Lucifer with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he suddenly became quiet, “Is everything fine, Lu?” she asked worriedly, calling him the nickname she gave him instead of 'Sir'. Lucifer chuckles softly, “I am fine,” he says nervously before taking a deep breath, “I was wondering if...” he trails off.

[Y/n]'s cheeks flushed a little, her mind already jumping to multiple scenarios. “Is he going to ask me out?” she thought to herself, ears warming at the thought. [Y/n] won't deny to herself that she developed a crush on her boss, the literal king of hell, the most beautiful angel heaven created. She doesn't want to give herself hope, considering how much she knows the man is deeply in love with his ex-wife, she can't just replace Lilith.

Lucifer looked at her, clearly flustered and embarrassed, “I was wondering if you have time later? I need some assistance with my wings.” he whispers shyly and [y/n] swear she could hear her thoughts shattering as she forced a smile on herself, “Of course, I have time to help you. I'll drop by after dinner to help you with your wings.” She says with a smile, I knew it.

Lucifer nodded, a small grin on his face, “Thank you, [y/n]. I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here.” he admits softly, the glow of the chandelier highlighting the softness of his handsome face, making her heart hammer against her ribcage.

[Y/n] smiled at him, praying that he couldn't hear how loud and fast her heart was beating, “The pleasure is all mine, now... Please excuse me.” [y/n] says with a smile, a hand over her heart as she gave him a curt bow before her body transitioned into a shadow and she quickly left his room.

Lucifer lets out a heavy exhale, his heart beating so loud and fast against his ribcage. Why does it feel like I just finished confessing to her? He thought to himself, cheeks warm and red like the apple he offered to Eve.

He plops to his bed, his arm over his eyes as he tries to calm down his fast beating golden heart.

He eventually got out of bed, taking the plate of pasta that [y/n] prepared and brought it to him. Taking a bite, warmth spreads to his cheeks. Delicious as always.

“Alright, let's get started with those wings, shall we?” [y/n] says softly as she sits beside Lucifer, his wings spread apart as he lies on his bed, stomach first, using his arms as a pillow or support for his head.

Her hands caressed the bone that connects his wings to his back, making Lucifer whine.

You don't have any idea what you're doing to me.

They both thought at the same time, unknowingly. Cheeks warm, goosebumps running down their skin.

[Y/n] began to untangle the feather tips—the tips where it accidentally snucked in an area where it isn't supposed to, pinching the newly formed feather, rubbing it ever so gently to remove the shell.

Lucifer began to relax, finally feeling relief from his feathers. Occasional moans and whimpers leaving his lips, her fingers against his sensitive wings, making his stomach flutter and warm. There is just something with this act that feels so intimate for him.

[Y/n] was focused, ensuring that she is doing a perfect job in preening his feathers, grooming his wings to absolute perfection like the angel he is. She admires his wings, white and pure, soft to the touch. Tracing her fingers on the alula of his wings, making the male shudder.

It took some time, considering Lucifer had six wings. [Y/n] was able to finish in helping him with his wings. “And done,” she says with a satisfied smile and Lucifer hides his wings away, turning around to face her, now lying on his back.

They stared at each other, half-lidded eyes. Cheeks warm, [y/n] clears her throat and breaks off their staring contest.

“Well, is there anything else you need help with?” [y/n] asked, returning to meet his eyes, looking down on the man lying on his back. The soft glow of the chandelier makes his features prominent—the softness of his cheeks, the plumpness of his lips, his red eyes through his eyelashes. Absolutely divine.

Lucifer clears his throat, words stuck in there. So many unsaid words waiting to be said. Finally finding strength to speak, he looked at her with a small smile.

“That would be all, thank you.” he says, avoiding her gaze. [Y/n] just gave him a raised eyebrow, clearly not buying it. She can feel that there's something bothering him, he literally owns her soul, she could feel his internal struggle.

With a sigh, she places a finger underneath his chin, tilting his head so he looks at her eye-to-eye, “Come on Lu, I can tell there's something else that's bothering you.” she says to him, Lucifer's cheeks reddened, caught off guard by the act.

“Uh-well...” he stammers, nervous. He can already feel the words already climbing up his throat threatening to spill out of his lips.

“I am afraid to say it, I am afraid that it'll ruin us.” he whispers, avoiding her gaze once more. [Y/n]'s eyes softened, unsure what he meant with that.

“What do you mean, Lu?” She asked, voice gentle like winds that used to caress his skin whenever he flies around heaven. With a deep sigh, he gathered hus courage and looked at her.

“I am in love with you... Ever since we met and each day my feelings for keeps getting stronger and stronger and I don't know how to hide it anymore and I am scared you'll leave me.” He says in one breath, closing his eyes as he was afraid to see her reaction.

It took [y/n] a moment to process his words, when she did, her jaw dropped. Heat creeped up to his cheeks, heart thumping loudly against her chest. For a brief moment, the world slowed down and the only thing she could see was him—Lucifer, lying on his back and on his bed with his eyes closed. Strands of his light blond hair falling gently into his face, cheeks reddened more than usual. He loves her, he actually loves her back.

Using her fingers to tuck away the falling strands of hair away from his face, his breath hitched at the contact of her skin against his.

“Lucifer, look at me please?” [y/n] asked softly, hand cupping his cheek. Lucifer shakes his head, “I am afraid that the moment I'll open my eyes you'll be gone.” he admits softly and weakly.

[Y/n] sighs softly, eyes soft and half-lidded, “Please? Open those beautiful eyes for me?” she pleaded, silently chuckling as the redness of Lucifer's cheeks darkened even more.

Lucifer hesitantly opens his eyes, seeing [y/n] beautiful face first looking at him with so much adoration. Did she used to look at him like that before?

“Luci...” she began, placing a hand on his cheek, “What'll happen if I say... I love you too?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. Lucifer's eyes widened, ears heating up, his stomach fluttering like there were a million butterflies inside it.

“I too would like to know what'll happen...” he admits softly and [y/n] chuckles, “But one thing I am certain of is that... I want to be yours.” Lucifer admits, sure and confident. Catching her off guard, he admires how the red blooms into her cheeks, the usual and composed woman now a blushing mess.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't flustered, he didn't even know what came over him to say those words. But he is sure that that is what he wanted—to be hers.

“Oh stars... Lucifer, you're making me want to kiss you so bad...” [y/n] says with a chuckle and Lucifer held her hand, kissing her wrist.

“Then what's stopping you?” he asked, looking up from her hand, his lips still pressed against her wrist. Eyes half-lidded as he gazed at her.

[Y/n]'s breath hitched, flustered, “Are you sure it's okay?” she asked softly and Lucifer nodded, “Yes, please kiss me.” he pleaded, almost desperate.

Gathering enough courage, [y/n] slowly leans down to kiss him. She was taking some time and Lucifer just placed his hand behind her neck, pulling him down so her lips would crash against his.

Lips moving against each other, they kissed each other with desperation. Seven years of wanting each other, waiting for this moment. They finally have it. Moans and whines, leaving their lips.

“Please... [Y/n], I need you.” Lucifer pleaded, desperate to feel all of her. “As you wish...” she whispers, equally desperate to feel him.

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[wildesqdreams]

hi! I love your blog!

Can you maybe write a Jameson hawthorne x reader fic based off of I can see you by Taylor swift? If not it’s totally fine

i can see you

pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - a friendship becomes so much more, but it's not for other eyes to see.

warnings - none, just kissing and love.

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a/n: I AM SO SORRYYYYY, THIS TOOOK SOOOOO LOOONG TO WRITE. i just had no motivation or inspiration, but i will be doing other requests, too.

i've been watchin' you for ages

and i spend my time tryin' not to feel it

"you should just finally gather the courage and say it," y/n's classmate, lucy, spoke, beside her, "you're just torturing yourself."

the girl removed her gaze from him and looked at her, "absolutely not," she closed her locker, "and i'm getting over it, so just stop talking about him."

"then stop staring at him every time when he's in your view."

y/n rolled her eyes. but mostly because of how stupid her heart was.

she tried. she really did. to stop the warm feeling, ambraising her every time he was near. or to get rid of the goosebumps that appeared when his touch scarred her skin. or the desire to throw their friendship away just to feel his lips on hers.

it was like every time she saw him, she could imagine it. his arms around her. his lips on hers. their bodies pressed against each other up against the wall.

but it was all just a fantasy. a desire.

"let's go, or we will be late," she walked to class with lucy, not feeling the green eyes locked on her back. the same green eyes she fantasizes about all the time.

and we kept everything professional

but something's changed, it's somethin' i, i like

popular wasn't the word that you would describe jameson hawthorne as or the other hawthorne's. he was a dangerous threat. his mind a powerful weapon. jameson hawthorne was a boy with a different view to the world - it being a game. a riddle.

maybe that was the reason for people respecting him and his family. because of the wealth, reputation, and the name. or maybe it was because jameson hawthorne was a wanted treat, on whom all the eyes laid.

but like they didn't know a lot of things about the boy, they didn't also know one of the biggest secrets that hid behind his green eyes - that he was trying to move a piece on the board towards something frightening but exciting.

so, just like that, friendly conversations with flirty comments turned to secret touches and heated kisses.

it was important for jameson to keep the relationship as a secret. for a hawthorne grandson with a reputation so big it was a risk to show his private life to the public. the boy was scared that the talks and whispers would destroy something so magnificent and special. jameson hawthorne was scared that by making a mistake, she would get hurt, and he couldn't help.

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

his lips were on hers as soon as he pulled her into an empty classroom, his hands on her hips.

every time y/n was with jameson, she could feel her heart pound. the girl could feel the adrenaline rush through her body. with the hawthorne, she felt free. euphoric.

"i have maths in ten minutes," y/n murmured against his lips as they slowly backed away.

"mhm."

as soon as her thighs hit the desk, jameson lifted her up and stepped in between her legs. his lips still on hers.

her hand found its way to his hair, "we're revising for a test."

jameson started preparing light kisses along her jaw, while his thumb drew small circles on her thigh.

"it's very import-"

"i swear to god, if you don't shut up about studying for once, i'll drop you out from school," jameson finally spoke as he looked into her eyes.

the girl giggled.

"you'll do great, y/n/n, i know you will," he leaned in and kissed her neck, "and if you won't i'll help, but i think either way you'll need me, beacuse you're trash at combinatory."

the girl pushed him back with a shocked smile, "you just said that i'll do great!"

"didn't want to tell the hard truth," he smirked.

"jerk," y/n rolled her eyes while smiling.

"yeah, but you love me, and i love you, so you can't stay mad at me," he saw her grin and gave her a small kiss, "i love your smile."

y/n's stomach filled with butterflies, and she pulled jameson in by the neck as she connected their lips.

Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

I see you

"he's looking," lucy spoke.

y/n felt her cheeks heat up, but she continued doing her homework.

"what is he even doing in a library, doesn't he have important hawthorne stuff to do?"

"like what?"

"like getting the arrogant stick out of his ass?"

the girl snorted, which caused other people to look at her, "that's graysons job, not jamesons, " she whispered, ignoring the people.

before lucy could respond, y/n's phone vibrated. she checked and saw a message from a someone.

'i would love to hear that laugh again. meet me at midnight?''

'you actually are a shit'

'i love you too and i'll take that as a yes.'

y/n couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. that boy was gonna be the death of her.

"it's him, isn't he?"

"what? no?" she put the phone down, and resumed to her work.

lucy chuckled, "gurl, you're a terrible liar."

y/n laughed and bumped the girl with her shoulder, "shut up."

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[ariaslyi]

TUTOR

Synopsis: Tutor!Draco is disappointed after you got a P (poor) in Potions even after months of him teaching you for hours.

TW/S: Fem!reader, crybaby!reader, choking kink, crying, dacryphilia, brat!reader, use of swear words, breeding kink, unprotected sex, and degradation. Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer and English is not my first language. Pardon me for any grammatical errors.

『••✎••』

You and Draco always meet up after dinner in the library. Professor Snape referred him to you as you were failing in Potions. It was obvious that the boy was smart, handsome-looking also. You couldn't quite focus on what he's teaching you as his good looks keeps stealing your attention. Which is the reason why you still failed Potions.

You and your friends were sat across Draco and his goons. You felt a paper on your palm and you took a look on what it is. You saw Draco's familiar writing, "Meet me in the library after dinner. Same spot. Do not be late."

You glanced at Draco and saw the look of disappointment on his face as he glanced at you, too. You got nervous, your friends noticed it. "Hey, you seem nervous, are you okay, bae?", Daphne asked you. You looked at her and slowly nodded your head, "U-uh yeah, I just lost my appetite".

You still felt Draco's stare at you. It made you feel excited. You can feel the wetness on your knickers. Draco stared at you as if he knows what is up.

Time slowly passed. People started getting up and going back to their respective common rooms. You wished you will be doing the same. You and Draco walked the opposite way from the others.

As the both of you arrived in the Library, Draco lead you both to the same spot you both have been studying. You were nervous. Draco can feel it. He walked closer to you and trapped you against the bookshelf and his body. His scent is the only thing you can smell. Mint, green apple, and pine.

Draco clicked his tounge and said, "I am so disappointed, even after months of me teaching you, you still failed". You felt Draco's fingers hold your chin and lift your head up. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you brat. You just wasted my time. I taught you, you still failed. Tell me, what is the reason that you failed. Is it because of me? Hm? Don't think that I can't feel you staring at me when we're meeting up. Do you want me?"

You felt shy under his burning gaze. Tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn't help but clump your thighs together. Draco noticed it and chuckled, "I knew it. What a naughty girl". His arms snaked around your waist and he made you straddle him as you both were now sat on a chair. He lifted you up on the table and spread your legs. He looked at you as if he's asking permission and you nodded. He continued what he was doing.

His soft kisses trailing up to your inner thighs, but he's avoiding the place where you wanted his lips the most, your pussy. He lightly lifted your hips and took off your panties. Your heart beat went fast as his face slowly reached your pussy. You couldn't help but let out a loud moan as his lips sucked your clit.

As much as you wanted to crumple your thighs around his head, his firm grip on your thighs prevented you from doing so.

Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your back arched as he inserted two fingers inside you. Your moans got louder as he curled his fingers. He thrusted his fingers in you faster and harder. Your body naturally tried to escape from his continues assault on your pussy as the pleasure gets too much that you can't function properly. He didn't like it. He slapped your right thigh and continued to lap up all your juices. "O-oh, Draco, I'm coming", you whined as the familiar pleasure build in.

He moved his head away but still continued to finger you, "Think you deserve to cum, hm?", he asked you and you shook your head. He slapped your thigh once again and said, "Use your words". You couldn't help but whimper, "N-no, Sir, I don't deserve to cum". Draco let out a hum and still continued to pleasure you.

As the pleasure gets too much, tears are now streaming down your face. You couldn't hold it anymore, in any moment now, you'll cum even if Draco says you can't. He noticed it and stop, you whimpered and looked up at him, crying. He started unbuckling his belt and took out his rock hard cock. He once again looked at you asking for permission, you then nodded.

As you felt his tip enter you, your pussy immediately clenched at the feeling. "Look at you, y‘pussy so tight ‘m having a hard time putting m‘cock all the way in", he groaned. He isn't even all the way in, yet you already felt pull. He was just too big, too thick. "Please, Sir. I can take it, I promise", your eyes begging for him to continue, tears streaming down your face. "Think you can take it, hm? Naughty girl, take it then", he said as he thrusted his cock all the way inside you.

The sound of his hips slamming against your own, fragile body makes you more aroused. His veiny hand found its way around your neck. Your pussy now clenching around his cock, both of your moans getting louder, and his thrusts becoming faster and harder.

"Ah, Sir, please let me cum. You feel so good, Sir", you whined. As you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, you can feel that he's about to cum too. His burning gaze upon you, "Cum with me, baby. Let me cum inside you", he groaned, his release nearing at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock. You moaned at what he said, "Y-yes, Sir, cum inside me, give it to me, Sir".

"Fuck, fuck, oh god I'm coming", you moaned. You nearly screamed as you felt that knot untangle, your head in a complete daze as you feel the pleasure come down. Draco soon came after you, releasing inside you. Both of you panting as if you both just ran in a marathon. He pulled out, his cum leaking from your pussy.

"If this is how we'll end up every tutoring, I think I'd get quite used to this", he said, winking.

A/N So, this was actually a Remus one-shot but it has come to my attention that few people read them and it might not gain any attention, just like what happened in The Neglected so I just decided to edit it out. If there's any trace of Remus left behind, do notify me, thank you for reading.

[bloodlustngore]

Blanket - Jennifer Jareau

I was planning on uploading this last night but forgot and fell asleep, oops. Also, I currently have 0 motivation to write so if anyone has any prompts I'd appreciate it :)

Also, this was already uploaded on my Wattpad!

In which JJ gives Y/n her blanket on the jet, a luxury not many others get.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Sorry this one is a bit short! And again sorry if this sucks, I feel like I rushed it, but oh well.

They had just left a case, everyone on the jet heading home, either reading, listening to music or talking. All Y/n wanted to do was take a nap, that and the fact she had a headache.

JJ, her girlfriend and fellow agent noticed as she came back from the kitchen area with a cup of coffee. The only thing, besides water that the blonde would drink on the jet. "Jayje my head is killing me, and all I want to do is take a nap before we're home" Y/n explained, groaning.

During the case, Y/n had been feeling ill, not to the point of actual 'I'm going to throw up' or stomach pains, but she'd had a migraine. Emily told her to take it easy, but JJ tried to make her stay behind with Penelope and help from there. Which of course, as stubborn as her girlfriend is, Y/n did not.

"Still? We need to get you to a doctors, sweetie" JJ sighed, worried.

"No JJ I promise I'll be fine, I've told you before my headaches come and go" Y/n added, trying to reassure the blonde woman, who placed her mug of coffee on the table. "But they're usually further apart, you had this migraine for two days, then it stopped, and now it's back. I'm taking you to the doctors when we get back" JJ explained, trying to get passed the woman she loves stubbornness.

"It's probably because I forgot my medication for it..." Y/n paused, realising what she had just said. Nobody asked if she bought her meds for the migraines with her, they all just assumed. The look on JJ' face, suggested she wasn't very happy.

"Y/n! You can't just forget your meds for it! Next time I'm going to remind you. That's it." JJ stated.

"I'm sorry, okay? I thought I had them." Y/n apologised.

"Hey, it's okay" The blonde leaned down a little placing a kiss on her girlfriends temple. Both women were happy they didn't have to sneak around the team anymore, of course they remained professional during cases, and also at work at home, but it just felt so freeing for them, that they don't have to hide their relationship from their friends.

"Jayje, can you stay next to me so I can atleast try and get some sleep?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, I'll be right back" And with that JJ went over to the seat she normally keeps the blanket she has on the jet. That literally nobody else can use, although Emily used it once but that was because JJ allowed her. And as her best friend other than being her boss, but that was one time.

"So Y/n can have the blanket, but nobody else?" Reid chuckled.

"Spence, she gets girlfriend privileges" JJ stated. Making Emily, Tara, Luke and Rossi chuckle. "If you want a blanket go buy one" JJ added. Walking back over to her girlfriend, "hey, get cosy with this" she added, wrapping the blanket around Y/n.

As JJ sat down Y/n kissed her cheek "thank you". Allowing Y/n to rest her head against her shoulder as she got comfortable in her seat. JJ thought because of her girlfriends headache it would be uncomfortable, but Y/n closed her eyes and slowly drifted off.

"Let's take a picture! That's so cute!" Luke exclaimed with his phone out.

"Luke I swear to god, if you don't put your phone down I will take it from you and crush it with my heel" JJ spoke, as quietly as she could careful not to wake Y/n up.

"I'd do as she says if I were you" Emily chuckled. And with that Luke put his phone away and sat back down.

JJ was just happy that Y/n could atleast get a little nap before getting home, take her mind off of that migraine.

[itjazzbicch]

Pressure

Pairing: Kenpachi Zaraki x Captain (Powerful) Fem Reader 

(First time writing Bleach & for Kenpachi, as he's one of my favs, So I hope I did well!)

Summary: Dealing with a busy and horrible day, the reader's stress as a new captain gets the better of her, anger leaking out her spiritual pressure, which lures the attention of Kenpachi, who wants to face the reader in battle, but the reader gives him a different way of feeling her spiritual pressure...

Warnings:  SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI) (Swearing, rough sex, tiny bit of degradation, slight choking & biting)

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

"This...." Examining my lunch and realizing that my lieutenant completely botched it, "This isn't what I asked for."

"My deepest apologizes, Captain L/N-"

Before he could even finish, his body was overwhelmed by the spiritual pressure that I was bringing him to the ground. Now, I knew that becoming a captain wasn't going to be easy, but I was more stressed than I ever anticipated.

So much work, stupid idiots who couldn't follow simple instructions, meeting after meeting! And they couldn't even get my lunch right?!

"All I wanted was a simple sandwich," I growled, the food disintegrating in my hand, "And you can't even do that?!"

"I'm so-" My lieutenant kept going to apologize, but my spiritual pressure only grew, his face about becoming one with the floor, standing over him and yelling out a command:

"One more chance is all you will get! You mess up one more time and I'll hurt you in places that you don't even know you have! UNDERSTAND?!"

"YES, CAPTAIN L/N!" The moment he could move, he fled for his life with the little strength that he had.

Returning to the table where I was handling some work, I needed a moment to simmer down, arms crossed, eyes closed, some deep breaths beginning to help, till I felt a massive gust of wind fly into my room.

"That spiritual pressure!"

Kenpachi Zaraki?

"Unless this is important business," Growing frustrated again, hell fire in my eyes, I turned and glared into his eye, "Leave."

"It's you..."

"Well, yes! This is my office after all!"

He was rather flabbergasted that the spiritual pressure that he felt came from me and by the way he was smiling, laughing chaotically, it only made me more annoyed, let alone when he pulled out his zanpakuto:

"Fight me to the death, Captain L/N!"

This man was a lunatic! The twitch in my eye throbbed harder as I rose to my feet, my hand on my zanpakuto and with the boiling anger inside, it was tempting, but I grew a grip on myself, although still raising my voice:

"I am very busy Captain Zaraki and your request is very childish! Now, could you please leave me to my duties?"

"To hell with that!" He only kept laughing, wielding his zanpakuto this time, "Let's fight!"

I didn't have the time for this but gave him a little fix and feel of my spiritual pressure with the small steps that I took toward him.

"Your spiritual pressure!" His laughs grew more psychotic, and exhilaration flowed through him, "This is going to be a whole lot of fun!"

"No," My words made him pause, puzzled and not expecting me to grab him by the wrist, showing just how strong I was too, throwing him out the door and out of sight, "We're not!"

The crash of his body was audible even though it was out of sight, hearing laughs too that only made me shake my head, returning to my work, finally!

My lieutenant managed to make my lunch correctly too, my work was done by sunset, and I got to lay in my bed peacefully. It felt like a miracle and as the days passed, I noticed that even at meetings, I hadn't seen Captain Zaraki.

Did I hurt him? Scare him? No way! It's Captain Zaraki!

Thinking about what I did made me feel guilty for a change. I was known for being very professional and respectful and although I still believed his request for a fight to the death was rather immature, I was still a new captain.

Working up some courage, I made my way over to his squad's headquarters, Ikkaku was kind enough to guide me to him:

"Captain Zaraki! You have a visitor."

"Who in the hell-" Turning to see, he stopped at the sight of me stepping in.

"Thank you again, Madarame," I bowed to him before he left, readying myself again as Kenpachi rose to his feet:

"So, you finally came to face me-"

"I came to apologize for my behavior, Captain Zaraki!" I bowed to him next, continuing to apologize, "I was in a horrible mood and let my anger best me. It was very disrespectful of me to treat a Captain with such behavior."

Alright, I was convinced this man was insane. Staring at the ground confused as he laughed, maintaining position as he inched closer, making me stand up straight:

"You think I care about that? You are powerful and I want to see it put to the test."

"W-Why thank you," Getting a compliment like that from someone like Kenpachi spoke volumes. I truly appreciated his compliment, but still couldn't accept his offer, "But I don't think it's a wise decision for fellow captains to be having death battles."

"Okay," He huffed, rolling his eye, "We don't have to kill each other in the end."

"You are something, Captain Zaraki," I laughed, shaking my head and trying to make peace, having to get up on my tip toes to match his tall stature, kissing his cheek softly, "I like you. Maybe we can have a sparring session when we're not so busy."

His silence made me think I had killed this situation, turning away with a smile, but before I could get out the door, his hand took my wrist.

"You're bold too?" He chuckled, pulling me back and whispering, "I like that in a woman."

Thinking back on it, kissing someone like Kenpachi, even if it was just on the cheek, was rather bold. His whisper sent chills down my spine, the tingle almost pleasurable, putting a smile on my face, an even bolder thought popped into my mind:

"You know, there is another way that you can feel my spiritual pressure."

Looking back in the corner of my eye to find him grinning made me smile more. Now, he was the one thinking that I was insane:

"You think you can take me?"

There was no way I was going to walk out of here, now. What harm would it do? He liked strong, bold women? It was his lucky day then.

"Do you think so?"

The wave of spiritual pressure I released let me pull him down to my lips, raining some more pressure down while our lips clashed, even slipping my tongue in, hearing the bells at the points of his hair jingle from it.

Silence had never been so exciting for me as our lips parted and this time, I was the one amazed by pure, raw strength, being bent over his desk before I could even realize it, looking up to see his zanpakuto and cloak hit the floor, spiritual pressure something I've never experienced as that behemoth of a man made his way over to me.

"Why are you still in uniform?" His deep growl showed what little to no patience he possessed, and I was much alike, standing to remove my cloak, then gasping at how he ripped the rest of my clothes right off me:

"Kenpachi! How am I supposed to leave in just my captain's cloak?!"

"Sounds like a personal problem," He laughed, quickly whipping me back around so that I was bent over again, "There's only one thing that I'm worried about right now."

Looking back and seeing him nude had my jaw dropping slightly. It'd be a miracle if I could even stand after this, seeing his size and my reaction had him laughing even more.

"What's the matter?" A moan was jammed in my throat as his hand wrapped around my neck, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance, "You afraid?"

"Afraid?" He was intimidating, that was certain, but I wasn't fearful in the slightest, hips backing onto him and grinding, "You're only making me more excited."

"Think I can't tell?" Gripping at my throat harder and slamming his cock right into me had me wheezing, jaw trying to clench, but mouth open and letting free what little noise that I could make, already feeling an ache from having no time to adjust to his size and girth.

Hollow inside as he slid back, hearing that he was ready to speak, not expecting the wicked moan that came out of me as I threw myself back onto his cock, legs shaking at the pound I felt in my core, his cock hitting every spot inside of me and past it.

"F-Fu-" Biting my lip, I couldn't let myself be done so easily, but it was so hard, squealing at the smack on my ass:

"Do that, again."

"Fuck!" I yelled out while throwing myself back again, gripping the edge of the desk as he threw his thrust in with it, only a few having me shaking, feeling the wet clench that I had on him, body tensing no matter how hard I tried to fight it.

"Oh, Y/N," He chuckled, pulling back to see how soaked his cock was from just a few thrusts, "You're worn out already?"

"I can go for more than just a round," I shot, pressure heaving down hard, but finding the strength to throw my hips back and take his cock again.

The feeling of being pushed to an orgasm so quickly was too blissful, not saying it, but my body showing that I needed it again, smiling at the groans I heard above me, burying my face into the desk as his hips whipped out a wicked thrust.

My gut was smacked with powerful pressure, knuckles aching from hanging on so tight, his hips hitting my ass so hard that it stung, fingertips digging into the flesh of my hips, cock making sure to ruin my insides, knees locking as I screamed out:

"K-Kenpachi!"

"Come on," He teased, pulling my head back to see the overwhelming pleasure that made the wildest expressions on my face, "Talked such a big game just to crumble beneath me."

Everything around me was spinning, but his words and tone slowly built me up again, shaking from the spasm of walls around his thickness, running off pure adrenaline as I pushed myself up, whispering:

"If I give you all I have, I want that from you."

"You sure about that?" His growl showed his seriousness, just to growl harder at how I bounced myself off him, pushing myself to new speeds despite how much I was moaning and whining.

"I'm sure," Letting out a growl of my own, my arms found his head, pulling him down. I wasn't one to be sloppy, but jaw starting to hang during a powerful kiss, teeth clanking, tongue about smothering me, biting at each other's lips meanwhile his cock was beginning to ruin me.

Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me, spinning further into what felt like an endless spiral realizing that my feet weren't even on the ground, pressing my back into his chest to realize that he was holding me up, ramming his cock up and inside what felt like even deeper somehow.

His fingertips left such a hard sting in my thighs, holding onto the back of his neck like my life depended on it, barely hearing his command:

"Cum for me one more time."

"Someone getting close?" I wasn't even in the right conscious but showed I still had some fire in me, meeting his thrust with my power. The thought of getting him off gave motivation that I needed.

"You're just full of surprises," Whining at the bites along my neck, I didn't give way just yet, feeling even wetter as I heard, "The cute little professional a little slut for my dick? Who would've guessed?"

"And you like it," Finding his ear with instincts and nibbling only drove him to new insanity, his pressure alone nearly breaking me in two, let alone how his cock continued to bottom me out, tip in my guts and rearranging me.

"So?" His teeth sinking in deeper sent me into a series of screamish moans, commanding as he knew I was at my end again, "Now, didn't I tell you to cum for me?"

"I am!" I gasped, seizing tight and shaking, "I'm cuming, Ken-"

If it wasn't for him holding me in place, I would've collapsed, only hearing wet clapping and seeing stars, able to feel the mess I made on his cock and thighs, gasping harder at the pound I felt inside, noticing that he was sitting with me still on his cock.

Heavy breathes had his chest rising, trying to hide his panting, making me feel somewhat accomplished, leaning my head back to kiss along his jaw:

"Want to cum inside me? You've earned it."

"What an honor," He spoke in pure sarcasm, but took the invitation, having me pant even harder at the shooting warmth I felt inside, keeping our bodies pinned to make sure not a drop was wasted, the spinning feeling from before coming back around and even stronger.

"Not so hung up on fighting me to the death now?" With tired eyes, I found his gaze, both of us smiling and agreeing with his newfound interest:

"Naw. How can I get ass this good if you're dead?"

[tam0111]

Clementine x gn!reader

Part 1

Author's note: I wanted to write a short Clementine oneshot for myself but it turned into a 4k fic(for now). I felt that it would be a shame to leave a story that long for just me to read so I decided to post it here. I'm not a professional and wrote it just for fun so it's probably messy, also tried to make the reader gender neutral. English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes.

Since it's so long (and ending is in writing) I will post it in maybe two or three parts.

Warnings: Swearing and spoilers for season 3 and season 4

Word count: 1325

I don't remember much from when the apocalypse started.

It was just a normal week. Eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and playing with my best friend.

I would give anything for it all to go back to the way it used to be.

But then again, it's been 9 years since it started. I don't think it's gonna end anytime soon. Maybe it was destined to happen. Like the stone era, ice age...

Or maybe I'm just saying that to make myself feel better. A hope that it will all go back to normal. Where you don't see people eating, killing, and betraying each other.

That's all we have left in this fucked up world.

Hope.

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"Can you remind me again why I'm going?"

It was too late for this shit.

Everyone let out a tired sigh.

"What? Do you think I know the way to this mysterious place or something?"

"Didn't you say that you used to visit someone in West Virginia? You can help us find our way around there." David said.

"Well yeah, my uncle but how the fuck does that help? I don't suppose your friends now live in my uncle's house do they?" (Name) sassed at him.

Javier placed a map in front of them.

"Do you at least know the area or a town that you used to go to?"

(Name) took a look at the map. They couldn't remember what the city was called but maybe if they saw a name it could refresh their memory.

"Here." They point to Morgantown "He wasn't from there but I remember we went there with him."

Javier nodded. "Ok, so we go to Morgantown, then find the river from there and follow it until it leads us to the school."

"Can someone please explain what's happening and why we're going to a school by the river?" (Name) asked while yawning.

"And why Gabe's going with us?"

Gabe gave them a side glare.

"I got some info from people we captured. Asked for some information about their community, 'The Delta'.

They told us most of their soldiers are kids who were stolen and trained." Javier began.

"What kind of a sick fuck would do that?" Kate shook her head.

"We were also told one of their lieutenants was having trouble with a community that consists of teenagers. Said she got defeated by them but is planning on attacking them again with more soldiers." Javier explained.

David took over. "We know the communities leader and owe her so we thought we could go there and see what's the situation. If needed we could get more backup and help them." (Name) hummed and looked at Gabe for explanation.

"Gabe wants to go because when this leader was here he had a huge crush on her," Kate added.

They looked at Gabe and awed.

"That's so cute." "Fuck off."

They chuckled and looked at Javi "So when are we going?"

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises. It's a long journey." Tripp finally spoke up.

"And who else is going?"

"David and me, Gabe, you, and Tripp," Javi says. "Ava is gonna lead with Kate while we're gone."

(Name) sighed. "Well okay then. I'm going back to bed to prepare for tomorrow. Wake me up in the morning will you?"

"Maybe we'll forget to." Gabe said.

They chuckled "Nah, I wanna annoy you during the trip so I'll be sure to wake up. Good night everyone."

They said their good nights and went back to planning for tomorrow's trip.

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As soon as the sun rose, the group was up on their feet, getting everything they needed and preparing to leave.

Javier gave instructions to Kate and Ava and with that, the group set out on the road. It was gonna be a long trip.

Tripp did the math and said that they should arrive there in 5 days, including all the stops they make.

(Name) wasn't pleased with that information. Hearing Gabe whine for 5 days wasn't exactly how they intended to spend their time.

But then again they owed Javi. He accepted them into their community and his family when they had nobody.

They can't say no to him.

Plus it would be nice to meet the kids who managed to beat 'the Delta' lieutenants' ass on their own. They must be so cool.

(Name) wasn't exactly a skilled fighter. They mostly ran and hid, trying not to engage any Muertos. David did teach them how to handle a gun but that was it. No way they could fight a Delta army.

They were snapped out of their thoughts by...Gabe's whining.

"It's going to take us 5 days to get there?!" (Name) groaned.

Tripp looked at him. "Look kid, if you're going to complain all the time you can go back."

"I agree with Tripp. Why don't you go back Gabe." They smirked at him.

"No way! I wanna see Clementine!"

Clementine huh? That name sounds familiar...oh right!

"Aww, her name is Clementine? Are you gonna serenade her when we get there?"

"That is actually a great idea (Name). You could woo her with your singing talents Gabe." David said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at his dad's teasing.

"Yeah, come on I'll even help you practice."

They cleared their throat.

"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine~" Everyone chuckled while Gabe was looking at them unamused.

"You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine~"

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5 days passed pretty quickly.

(Name) tried to keep everyone entertained and messed with Gabe the whole time so it wasn't dull.

It was important for him to be prepared to sing his heart out.

Luckily the group didn't encounter many Muertos along the way. Few single ones here or there, and some tiny groups.

They thought it was the perfect time to throw in a dad joke.

"Hey, guys why do Muertos group in three? Because they can't even."

Only Gabe didn't laugh so (Name) felt accomplished.

When they arrived in Morgantown (Name) couldn't believe the state it was in. It was unrecognizable. They quickly passed it, avoiding Muertos, and went on their way to find the river.

When they did find it, (Name) suggested they take a small break. They took their chance and threw Gabe in it, much to his dislike.

They followed the smaller river that split into the forest because Javi said the soldiers mentioned the school was in the forest so luckily they were going in the right direction.

Now it was (Name) who whined.

"I hope we're close. My ass hurts." They pouted.

"Who is whining now?" "At least I'm whining after 5 days. You whined after like, few hours, so please, shut up."

They kept bickering until David shushed them. "Be quiet."

The group fell silent. Then a gunshot fired.

"EVERYONE DOWN!"

They all got down from the horses and hid behind trees.

(Name) took their gun out. This sucked.

"I would surrender if I were you. You're outnumbered." A male voice shouted.

"And let you kill us? No way." David shouted back.

"Have it your way then."

Multiple shots were being fired. (Name)'s head was ringing from them, not used to it.

"(Name) get the horses! Follow the river and send backup!"

They nodded and whistled. Horses were still spooked by the gunshots.

They took a deep breath and made a run for it.

They didn't get far when they felt a sharp pain in their abdomen.

(Name) quickly put their hands on the spot that burned and dropped to their knees. Their head was ringing.

They couldn't hear anything but muffled voices and loud gunshots.

Someone was shaking them and then they felt someone pick them up. Their eyes felt so heavy, it was too hard to open them so they didn't. They felt tired.

(Name) knew they probably shouldn't, but the pain was unbearable, so they let sleep take over.

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[writing-in-the-impala]

You Only Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 12)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes

Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 2793

A/N:  Please leave me love and reblog this so i get inspired to write more, okay thanks 

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1,  Part 2,  Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

The day of your trip with the family... and now Bucky was slowly approaching. Your dinners with Steve and Peggy became more frequent and the semester was nearly over meaning the holidays were fast approaching. It all felt so exciting, and good, a bit too good.

All you could think and even talk about with Bucky was going away, you thought about him at the beach, how he'll look with a tan, sea salt wet hair, what it will be like being together at the poolside in a hotel... sharing a hotel room, warm evenings. A nice change to the October air of New York, and a nice change to having to hide your relationship there you knew you'd be able to be free.

But before all that could begin you still had one week left. You woke up like most days recently beside Bucky in his bed. Getting ready side by side to go to the same destination except you had to leave separately not even being able to risk getting a coffee together just in case someone from the university saw you two together. You could tell it was affecting Bucky a little more each day, the secrecy, at the start it was fun even a bit sexy to sneak around but the longer you were together the more you wanted to do the things Peggy and Steve got to do, like getting coffee in the morning, holding hands while you walk down the street or even just stealing one of his jumpers to wear that day.

You were sitting in Bucky's lecture, choosing to sit closer to the back where you could zone out a bit more as you were tired from your movie marathon the night before that lasted a bit too long for a school night. Bucky was very obviously also tired today as even though he was drinking his coffee he was not as active or hyper when delivering his lecture, to a point where a student even asked him if he was okay and he simply replied with. "Yes thank you, I'd like to apologise I'm just very sleep deprived today."

"Barnes had a late one last night, who's the lucky gal huh teach?" One of the more annoying students in the class asked receiving some ooo's from the other classmates.

Bucky wasn't feeling too professional today when he entertained the boy by not ignoring the comment  "I'll have you know I was busy working marking work, but I seem you wouldn't know as you don't remember to hand in your work on time."

That also got a reaction from the crowd, and one of his more flirty students put her hand up to ask a question "Profesor Barnes, speaking of late nights are you coming to the annual campus Halloween party?"

"I believe faculty staff is forced to go against our will at least for an hour."

"Will you bringing a date?" She chirped making Bucky laugh before making direct eye contact with you for a sit second however it felt like he kept your gaze for minutes as he looked you dead in the eyes before ignoring the question.

"Right, let's get back to work you don't pay tuition to ask me personal question, please save them for... well, never. I'm your teacher not your friend, we're here to learn about academic subject and my attendance of Halloween parties is not that." Bucky continued with his mostly boring lecture with little to no interruptions from then on.

After the lecture you left, throwing a slight glance back and Bucky as he looked at you longingly as you left his classroom. You went on with your day and decided to go get a coffee during your lunch break to make it through the day, while ordering you saw a almost too familiar face waiting for his order, Bucky.

"Two coffees in one day Professor Barnes, are you trying to get a heart attack?"

"Well someone kept me up all night Miss L/N." Bucky shot back immediately with a small smile forming on the edge of his lips. "How's your lectures so far? Have you managed to finish that essay?" He changed the subject.

"It's nearly done, although I do admit I'm excited to have a week off all this school life soon." You added while you both started walking back to campus with your coffees chatting.

"Bucky we can't be doing this." You stopped dead in your tracks half way back to the campus.

"What do you mean doll?" He said, lowering his voice and almost whispering the word doll.

"This? Us, grabbing coffee, laughing walking back to class. What if people see us."

"F/N, it's completely normal for students to run into their professors on their way back from the closest coffee shop to campus."

"And laugh and talk like we do?"

"We haven't said anything wrong." His face almost dropped.

"That doesn't matter what if people start talking."

"Because a teacher and student who know each other have a conversation on their way back to campus? God forbid" Bucky retaliate with a more annoyed tone.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"Do I Y/N? Or are you blowing things out of proportion. We're not at a romantic dinner, we don't even go on walks together just in case someone sees, I can't take you to a bar or dancing. We hide away in dark cinemas two seats apart but no what if someone sees us walking back to campus from the closest coffee shop." He was whispering but it almost sounded like he was shouting.

"Bucky." Your voice broke saying his name.

"No. Because if I can't come back with you from a coffee shop we bumped into each other at then what can I do? Hide away in hospitals when you're hurt? Live in your fucking shadow hoping one day I could get a fucking morning coffee with you?" He looked defeated and you had no words. "I'll see you tomorrow in class Miss L/N, I wish you a very pleasant day." He said walking away in a opposite direction to the campus.

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[queers-gambit]

Oh I’m so glad to be back in your inbox!

And it’s good you’re improving your situation even if you do it slowly. It takes time to settle down and find out how to manage all that stupid adult stuff, especially combined with worrying about your health. However, you are doing great! And everything will turn out the way you want it to🤍

I know the feeling when everything’s too quiet and mundane but you don’t have to feel anxious about your future and things you can’t control anyway because worrying won’t change what’s going to happen... So, don’t worry and try to let life be life 🤍 I’m trying to do that myself right now too and it’s so hard but we can make it work! I don’t want you to feel anxious and stressed!

And as for me… I’m good but got my own bunch of difficulties right now. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.

Anyway… am I the only one fantasising about an author? Because there’s this author who is so freaking close to my ideal type. His voice…ffs… and he has this accent… and the way he writes - I know this is so cliché but he just puts into words exactly what I feel and what how I think and there’s so much emotion in the way he expresses himself. He just gets me? And his laugh, mate, his laugh… it is so nice and the way he smiles? Fuckin hell! And when I was at one of his events it felt like he would stare right into my soul but in a not creepy way but rather genuinely and platonically interested? (Does that make sense?) And he is super considerate of others and just so real and honest? oh my fucking gosh like… fuck… I don’t even know, I’m just rambling. I’m sorry. But I don’t know… how fucking sexy would it be if he read something to me? It’s that weird sorta platonic crush that’s not based on an intention to date but more like an academic crush but with an author??? - beer-io-kart anon 👒

little bit of a long response 🖤 but it's us, we're professional yappers and i wouldn't have it any other way!

i swear, you pop back up when i'm going through shit and you're ALWAYS so reassuring, validating, and understanding. your words are always so reassuring, so, thank you - i really needed to hear (or read) it. i adore you. and the fact that you've been around since i had less that 1k followers is just the cherry on top of how much i appreciate you and value your words of anxiety-quieting wisdom. thank you. 🖤

onto you!

please, if you ever want, my messages are open if you want a private conversation to talk about your woes; anything stressful, anything you're trying to figure out, anything good, anything at all! i KNOW you can handle it - but if you ever want to talk, i'm here to listen! sometimes it's just relieving to talk and unload the clutter in your head. and trust me, i could tell you some stories, too 😮‍💨

your author crush -

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS FOR YOUUUUUUU! FUCK!

no, you're NOT alone! baby, i've crushed on damn near everyone and author crushes are fucking HOT.

i am fangirling so hard over his eye contact with you - which, by the way, yes! it makes sense you saying he was expressing genuine interest. that's something that tingles your clit. sheesh.

-> "But I don’t know… how fucking sexy would it be if he read something to me?"

it wouldn't just be sexy, it'd be panty (pantie?) melting. if he read something he wrote? like like like an unpublished manuscript he's working on? oh, baby!

-> "I’m just rambling. I’m sorry" AND "It’s that weird sorta platonic crush that’s not based on an intention to date but more like an academic crush but with an author???"

don't ever apologize for rambling! i love talking! and hearing your insights - i think muses are so important, and he's someone i would say (at least now) is a muse. whether of life, art, or fantasy, he's your muse and i LOVE that for you!

all my love and triple the amount of forehead kisses you can handle 🖤

[transport-uk]

Corporate Cars: My Adventures with Airport Express and Taxis

Hey there, fellow travelers! You know how it goes - you land at the airport, jet-lagged and all, and the next big question pops up: how do I get to my next destination comfortably, without breaking the bank or losing my mind in the process? Well, let me tell you about my recent escapades with Corporate cars, Airport Express, and Taxis. It's a tale worth sharing, and who knows, it might just be the travel hack you've been looking for!

Chapter 1: The Early Bird Catches the Corporate Car

So, there I was, at Heathrow, bleary-eyed and in dire need of a coffee. My mission? To make it to a crucial meeting in downtown London, looking fresh and ready to take on the world. Enter Airport Express. I'd heard about their reputation for punctuality and comfort, but boy, they exceeded my expectations!

The moment I stepped out of the terminal, my driver, John, was there with a placard and a smile. He led me to a sleek, shiny car that looked like it had just rolled off a movie set. We're talking leather seats, complimentary water, and Wi-Fi that actually worked! It felt less like a car ride and more like a mini-luxury experience.

Chapter 2: Zooming Through London Like a Boss

Now, let's talk about the ride itself. John, who had the wisdom of a London cabbie and the driving skills of a Formula One racer, navigated through the city like it was his personal race track. We zoomed past landmarks, dodged traffic, and made it to my meeting with time to spare. And the best part? I was able to catch a quick power nap in the backseat. That's the beauty of Corporate cars<; they offer you that rare combination of speed and comfort.

Chapter 3: The Post-Meeting Taxi Tango

Alright, meeting done, and it was time to explore the city. I could've hopped on the Tube or flagged down a black cab, but I remembered something about a Taxi service offered by the same folks who run Airport Express. Curious, I gave it a whirl.

Let's just say it was the best decision I made that day. The cab was there in a jiffy, and the driver, Emma, was a delight. She knew all the hidden gems of London - the quaint cafes, the quirky bookshops, and yes, even a secret garden that I swear was straight out of a fairy tale. It was like having a personal tour guide, and the meter wasn't running up a crazy bill either!

Chapter 4: The Evening Cruise Back to the Airport

As the day wound down, it was time to head back to the airport. Now, I had a choice: repeat the morning’s luxury with Airport Express or go with a regular taxi. I chose the former, because, why not end the day on a high note?

Again, punctuality was the name of the game. The car was there waiting, and this time, the ride back was serene. We took a different route, along the Thames, and the city lights reflecting on the water were magical. It was the perfect ending to a hectic day, and I arrived at the airport feeling calm and collected.

Chapter 5: The Verdict

So, what's my take on Corporate cars, Airport Express, and Taxis? In a nutshell, they're a game-changer. Whether it's the luxurious feel of the cars, the professionalism of the drivers, or the sheer convenience of it all, they've got it nailed down.

Sure, you might think it's a bit of a splurge, but trust me, it's worth every penny. When you're traveling, especially for business, the last thing you want is stress about getting from point A to B. These guys take that worry off your plate, so you can focus on what matters – your trip, your meeting, or just soaking in the sights and sounds of the city.

In Conclusion

There you have it, folks – my little adventure with Corporate cars, Airport Express, and Taxis. It’s not just a ride; it’s an experience, a slice of luxury, and a stress-buster all rolled into one. Next time you're in London, or any big city for that matter, give them a try. You might just find yourself writing a similar story to share!

And remember, traveling is not just about the destination; it's also about the journey. Make it a good one! Safe travels, my friends!

[namedafteraprincess]

somethin' about you

pairing: Sam Wilson x Mya (original character)

warnings: none, pure Sam Wilson fluff

word count: 2.2k

Sam sighed deeply and sat down on the edge of the boat, stretching his leg out in front of him to keep himself steady, and taking a large swig out of his beer. Bucky and him had been working on the boat all day, with the help of their community and Sarah, of course. It had turned into more of a street party but that's what happens when communities come together, and Sam loved every moment of it. As the sunset over the harbour, he finally allowed himself to rest. He took a moment to take in everything that had led to this moment. This moment of being at home and content with his world. Sam couldn't help but smile to himself.

"Hey! This is your boat, why am I doing all the work?" Bucky questioned jokingly, as he shoved Sam's foot off the edge back into the boat and sat in its place.

Bucky's words pulled Sam back to the present and he scoffed, "Man I did just as much work as you did today, without the super soldier strength."

Bucky rolled his eyes and took a long swig of his beer.

"Will you two stop bickering! I swear you're like an old married couple" She laughed, as she wrote something on her clipboard and yelled at her boys for running to close to the edge of the dock. Sarah loved having Sam and Bucky here to help but sometimes it felt like she had four kids to look after when the two of them got into it. "Sam, someone's here to see you..." She winked, before walking away. Sam frowned and stood up, he never trusted when his sister winked at him like that.

"Bye Sarah" Bucky called after her with a grin on his face, glancing over at Sam just in time to see him scowl.

"Don't flirt with my sister." He said in his 'Captain America' voice, as his nephews called it. 

Bucky laughed and shot him a cocky grin. He was about to say something back before his eyes flicked from Sam to someone behind him.

She approached the boat slowly, hands clasped in front of her nervously, and as her dark brown eyes landed on Sam, a small nervous smile crept onto her plump pink lips. She took a deep breath, and casually swiped a hand through her long, dark hair. "Hi Sammy..."

Sam's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening a little in shock. That voice. Her voice. A voice he hadn't heard in years. Since he had left for the air force. He starred at Bucky for just a second before slowly turning around. His eyes locked in with hers, "Mya..." He breathed.

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June, 1996

Mya giggled and reached over, nudging his arm gently, "Will you relax! We'll be fine" She smiled sweetly at him. "They're just trying to scare us! It's why we've been sitting here for so long."

Sam exhaled and looked over at Mya. This was not what he planned for their last hangout. It was going to be their last official hangout just the two of them before going their separate ways and Sam just wanted it to be perfect. He shook his head and let out a breathy laugh. He didn't know how long he had been staring at the beautiful girl sitting next to him, but he knew couldn't help it. The way the blue and red lights of the police cars reflected in her eyes made him realize just how much he cared about this girl.

"I know, you're right. But my dad's going to kill me if he finds out about this... If there's anything left of me after your mom kills me... I just wanted a perfect night with you."

"Sammie it was perfect! Maybe sitting in the back of a cop car wasn't exactly what we had planned but think of the story we're writing right now!" She leaned her head over onto his shoulder and smirked up at him.

Sam shook his head again and glanced his eyes down at her, "Everything is a story to you..." He replied with a smirk. "Not everything has to be a story moment, you know."

"Yes, I know that, but everything is! Plus, when I'm a doctor, I'm going to have to be all professional and grown up! I need fun wild stories from my youth to keep close to me. You bring out those moments!" She grinned. "And you know what would make this story moment even better... If we got out and ran away" Mya giggled, looking back at Sam. "Come on! Why are you being so serious tonight, Wilson? You usually love our story moments"

"I'm sorry Mya, I do love your story moments. There's just a lot on my mind," He sighed and hung his head. "I leave in a few days and I'm... scared. I just wanted to make the most of our time" Sam confessed quietly.

Mya took a deep breath, and looked at Sam. She knew it was more than that. Sam sometimes forgot that the two of them had known each other since they were 4 years old, and she knew him better than anyone.

"Sammie... We'll be fine. I promise."

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's us! It's been us forever and it will always be us. Nothing has torn us apart yet and nothing will."

Just as Sam was about to reply, the officers opened the doors and told them they were free to go. When they got back to Sam's, he rounded the truck and opened Mya's door for her. She took a deep breath and looked up at him as she got out of the truck. Before Sam could say goodbye, Mya wrapped him in a tight hug.

"You are going to do incredible things. And I will be cheering you on the whole way." She pulled back and offered him a small smile, "Don't forget about me, Wilson." Mya whispered, placing a light kiss on his cheek before letting him go and jogging off down the street towards her house.

That was the last time the two of them had seen each other. They wrote a few times while Sam was away and Mya was in college, but life happened and both moved through different pathways, each of them going headfirst into their careers. Never forgetting about each other though,  and hoping they'd meet again someday.

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"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, climbing up onto the dock and engulfing Mya in a big hug, lifting her off the ground. "It's good to see you! I thought you were living in Manhattan."

"I was!" She giggled, as she was set back on the ground. "But my apartment building was kind of destroyed by an alien army, so I moved back home. Plus, the hospital here was understaffed and I wanted to help."

"That's incredible. I always knew you'd take over this place."

"Coming from Captain America, I'd say that's a pretty big compliment." She teased.

Bucky cleared his throat from beside them, causing Sam to roll his eyes, "Mya, this is my friend Bucky..."

Mya turned to Bucky and offered him a smile, "It's very nice to meet you, Bucky"

Bucky climbed onto the dock with a smirk on his face and extended his hand, "Hi Mya."

Sam pointed at Bucky, "No!" He turned back to Mya and smiled, nodding down the street, "Let's go for a drink."

"Bye Bucky" Mya giggled, giving him a little wave as she dramatically turned and followed Sam down the street.

Bucky laughed, scrunching up his nose, and shook his head a little before going off to play with Sam's nephews. He had never seen Sam smile that big before and there were definitely some details he would have to get out of Sarah so that he knew how to tease him about it later.

Sam folded his hands nervously in front of him and took a deep breath. This was the first time he had felt scared of something in a long time. But it was Mya. His first and closest friend. And his first love. This wasn't just any reunion; this was something he had been anticipating since coming back home but hadn't gotten the courage to call her. 

The two of them sat at a little bar for and caught up on everything they had missed in each other's lives. It was calm and natural, just like no time had passed. They were right back to their old ways, teasing each other and bringing up old memories to fill the time. After a while the two of them made their way back out into the fresh air, walking back to the boat along the water.

"Wow, a pediatrician with your own practise! That's incredible. I knew you were going to do big things Mya," Sam smiled softly, gently nudging her shoulder.

Mya chuckled, "Thanks Sam. I used to treat your nephews you know. Sarah said she didn't want to trust anyone else with them." She smiled and nudged him back. "What about you, Mr. Captain America himself! That's pretty amazing!"

Sam jumped down onto the boat and held his hand out, helping Mya down before making their way to the port side of the boat to look out at the water.

"Oh no! I'm just Sam around here," He replied, smiling up at the sky and taking a deep breath. "I uh, I meant to call you when I came back to town. Sarah had told me that you were back living here and kept bugging me to call you..."

"Why didn't you?"

Sam cleared his throat and shook his head a little, "I couldn't..." He all but whispered. "I was... scared, I guess. Seeing you again was something I had thought about a lot, but when it came to actually taking that step, I just..."

"So Captain America, too scared to call an old friend" Mya smirked over at him.

Sam let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, turning to meet Mya's brown eyes, "Sam Wilson... too scared to call the girl he's been in love with since he was 14..." He said quietly.

Mya kept her eyes on Sam, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes, "What?" She whispered, biting the inside of her cheek.

For a moment, Sam wished he could take that back. He had just reconnected with one of the most important people in his life and here he was about to mess it all up. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself. It was meant to be a joke, but Sam very much meant it. Sure, he had dated here and there when he had the time, but nothing ever stuck and he didn't know why until he saw her, standing there on the dock in front of him again. It was her. It's always been her.

"I should have told you the day I left town, but back then I was so worried about ruining our friendship that I kept it to myself." He shrugged. "With everything that's happened the past few years, it's taught me that life is to unpredictable and short to hold things back because of fear..."

Sam reached forward and gently brushed her fingers with his, keeping his eyes focused on hers.

A small smile started to creep onto Mya's lips, as her eyes scanned Sam's face. These were words she had been dreaming about hearing from him since they were teenagers, and finally there it was, out in the open, where they should have been all along. "Are you going to kiss me or not?"

With that, Sam closed the gap between them, placing his hands on either side of Mya's face and pressed his lips to hers. Mya's hands started on Sam's biceps and snaked their way up around his neck. She went onto her toes and deepened the kiss. Butterflies exploded in her stomach as Sam's tongue ran along her bottom lip. His hands moved down and gripped her waist tightly. She moved back just enough to whisper, "I love you too" moving her lips back to his.

Mya broke the kiss, and sucked in a deep breath "Look, I just want you to know that there are no expectations here. I know you have a life and the captain America gig... There were a lot of confessions and emotions that came out tonight, but I want you to know that I understand your position and I don't want to get in the way of..."

"Woah, woah Mya stop. Yes, being Captain America is a lot and I will probably be away a lot. But there is no way I am letting you go again. Not ever. There will be a lot here to figure out, for both of us..." Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her into him. "But one phone call. One text message. And I am here. Whenever you need me, for whatever reason, I will come back for you. Always." Sam whispered as he rested his forehead against Mya's.

[damn-stark]

Last night

Boba Fett x reader

Requested by anon “Boba Fett x Reader pls? So basically the reader gets really drunk at a bar while he’s still sober so he takes her home and she convinces him to take his helmet off and he admits he likes her as well and they sleep together (actual sleep) and in the morning they both really happy and kisses and fluff?? tysm”

A/N- it’s my first writing for Boba so please be patient with me :)

Warning- talks of drinking and being drunk, fluff

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“Aha I won!” You exclaim as you jump to your feet, looking to Boba and swearing you could see double.

“That’s because I let you.” Boba admits, his voice sounding more serious than normal, but maybe that was caused by his helmet. “You’re bad at sabacc.”

You pout and feel tears flood your eyes even if you didn’t even want to cry. You finish your drink and the need to cry disappears quickly and gets replaced by overjoy. You walk around the table and wrap your arm around his neck, feeling your mind cloudy and unable to stop the words coming out of your mouth as you bat your lashes.

“Hey we should go back to your ship and continue our fun over there.”

Without a second to think of your suggestion, he gives you a one worded answer that surprises you. “Fine.”

You grin and slide your hand down to grab his, feeling your heart flutter at the feeling.

Only before you could express your excitement, you see him guiding you somewhere else that wasn’t his ship. Even if you felt like you were overly giddy and like you weren’t really in control of your own mind you notice— “Heyyy, this is not the way to your ssship.” You point out, not knowing you were slurring your words.

Boba moves his hand from yours and wraps it around your arm before you could trip over your own feet, answering only moments later. “I know, I’m taking you home—”

“Why?!” You exclaim angrily.

Boba sighs. “Because you’re not stable enough, you need to sleep.”

You scoff and want to walk back to the cantina, but he tightens his grip and pulls you towards your home, not letting go until you make it inside.

“So is it true that you haven’t taken off your helmet in a while?” You proceed to question once you’re inside.

“Yes. Now—”

“So...who’s seen your face?” You interrupt again.

Boba tries to move past you to help you settle, but you take his hand before he could go further into the room, changing the subject before he had the chance to answer your previous question. “Can I tell you something while I still have the courage to do so?”

Boba sets his stuff on top of the table and tilts his head down to look at your hand around his, interjecting in a much softer voice. Or just in one less serious than you were used to. “Do it while you’re sober.”

“I am!”

“You’re not.” He counters. “You’re drunk.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you feel your anger and annoyance boil within you again, but you don’t show it. “Even if I was, the word is that a drunk person always tells the truth. So just listen to me, please?”

Boba sighs, “fine.”

The corner of your lips twitch and you feel the flutter again, you have the slightest urge not to say anything, but you encourage yourself before that urge deflates your confidence. “I know that we were supposed to keep our relationship strictly professional, but I don’t think I can. For a while now my feelings towards you have grown into something that I haven’t felt for anyone else before.” You feel your entire face burn and your hand that had his tighten. “I like you Boba and I don’t want to stay here alone anymore, I want to go wherever you do.”

Bobas head lowers and he pulls his hand away from yours, expressing a low sigh before he moves his hand and lifts them to the bottom of his helmet, hesitating a moment before he slowly pulls it off his head and reveals his face to you for the first time. Revealing someone you had expected, but also hadn’t; regardless the man behind the mask made you smile and think that he was as handsome as you’d pictured.

“I feel the same way,” he reveals in a softer and non modified voice, putting his helmet down and cupping your face.

You attempt to step in to give him a kiss, but he pulls away and reassures the worry that he knew had grown.

“You may be sober enough to know what you feel, but I respect you and I can’t do anything else but share my feelings until you’re fully aware.”

“Fine,” you groan, “but at least stay here until I fall asleep?”

“Sure thing, darling.”

You turn on your heels and lead Boba to your room, walking to your refresher to clumsily change and not do much else since you had all of a sudden grown tired. It made you drowsy and not pay much attention to what Boba did, all you did know was that you lay next to him before you fully gave into a deep sleep. Not waking up until hours later at the sound footsteps coming in and out of the room.

When you peel your eyes open, you see the man you had suspected already awake. “Boba, what the hell?”

“I brought you water and something to ease your headache.”

You groan and sit up, instantly at that slight movement feeling the headache he had mentioned.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He queries while he sits beside you.

“I do.” You nod, showing him a faint smirk. “I told you I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Sure.”

You smile and take the water from the bedside, moving to sit closer beside him. “Thank you for staying.”

“We're a team, as long as we are, I’ll be by your side.” Boba shares as he looks at you, letting you finally press a kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. “So last night I do remember I was going to kiss you, but you pulled away, can I continue that now?”

Bobas lips twitch and his gaze meets yours before they lower down to your lips. He’s about to lean in, but you pull away this time. “Wait, let me go brush my—”

Before you could finish your sentence Boba cuts you off by kissing you first, cupping your cheek to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, pulling away moments later to show the small smile he had waited to fully show. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll kiss you whenever, no matter what.”

[damn-behzinga]

Waltzing

Harry Lewis (Wroetoshaw) X Reader

summary - You teach the Sidemen to waltz, Harry gets partnered up with you.

warnings - swearing, my terrible writing

request - Could you do one where you’re one of the other guys best friend and you help with a video and you get paired up with Harry and he gets shy, embarrassed and cute?🥺💕

masterlist and request info :)

You were friends with Tobi and when he asked if you could help out for a video. You agreed and they came over to your studio. You were a professional dancer, specialising in slow dances, and the viewers had been begging for it for years and the guys finally pulled through.

"Hi there, my name is y/n and I'm a professional dancer and I'm teaching the guys how to waltz today." You smiled at the camera.

"So who do you think will be the best today?" Kon asked.

"Well, Tobi has a bit of dance background so maybe him but Simon has the figure of a really good male dancer I know so maybe him."

Simon started flexing at the other men before exclaiming, "I'm gonna be shit, I want to make that clear!"

"Okay, so, rules," You started, clapping slightly. "No homophobic nor sexist comments. Second, if you hurt yourself or have a risk of injury, you have to tell me straight away. Third, have fun and relax, let your frustrations and joy out. If you feel uncomfortable about something, let me know, okay?"

The men agreed and you smiled, "Let's warm-up!"

You coached them through a basic warm-up, making sure they did them properly.

"Okay let's pair up. Tobi with Ethan, Simon with Josh, Vik with JJ, and I'll go with Harry." You clapped your hands and motioned for Harry to come to the front. "Do you want to lead?" You asked and Harry nodded.

You grabbed his hands and placed it on your hip, Harry immediately blushed and the guys chuckled, trying their best not to disturb the demonstration.

"So, the lead is typically the man leads, but since you are all men, it is typically the taller or more muscley guy. So, JJ, Simon, and Ethan will be the men unless you guys don't want to be. So, the lead will stand as Harry is, and the other will follow me."

The men followed your positioning.

"Okay. So leads, you want to go forward with your left foot, and to the side with your right foot. Close left foot to your right foot. Back with the right foot, to the side with the left foot and close with your right foot coming to your left. You other followers will go back with your right foot and to the side with your left foot. You do the same movements on the opposite foot so it syncs up." You instructed.

You watched as the men stumbled around, JJ yelling at Vik for going the wrong way.

"Bro, for fuck sake! Stop being a prick and go the right way, man!" He yelled.

"JJ, watch your language!" You warned. "Apologise right now otherwise you're going into time out corner!"

The boys all started letting out noises, eager to see you shut JJ down.

JJ just through his hands up and you laughed, walking over to Harry.

"Right, you can touch me, you know?" You giggled.

Harry gulped and nodded, his hand on your shoulder blade.

"Okay, now let's practise yeah?" You smiled as the two of you practised together.

Harry stared down at his feet, blushing as he tried desperately not to mess up in front of you. You giggled and took your hand off his shoulder and gently pushed his chin up with your finger.

"Hey, confidence." You smiled. "Look at me, not your feet. Or are they more interesting than me?"

Harry felt all air leave his body as he let out a strangled laugh. You started practising again, Harry made sure to look at you, making him go even redder.

"Okay," You spoke to the guys who watched you all with smirks on their faces. "If you are feeling super confident you can dip. So Harry is going lean his right shoulder forward and I am going to lean back and right so we're facing the same. Harry's left knee will bend slightly and his other will stay straight."

You demonstrated as Harry dipped you. Looking into your eyes, he let out a small chuckle and pulled you back up. He pulled away and looked down blushing.

"Well done." You smiled at him and he thanked you shyly. "You should come back and have more lessons, you'll be one of the best dancers out there!" You grinned.

Harry just shook his head and snorted, smiling lightly at you.

“Okay, now we’re going to perform for one and other.” You clapped excitedly and took a seat as Simon and Josh performed first. They stumbled over their first steps a little but quickly picked themselves back up, dipping nicely at the end. Everyone applauded as they bowed. Next, it was Tobi and Ethan who worked smoothly into it, Ethan looking down at his feet a couple of times and fumbled a bit on the dip. Vik and JJ were third and completely missed their cue, to busy arguing over something small. You giggled slightly and then it was Harry and your’s turn. Harry eased into the dance, rising and falling at the correct time, dipping you perfectly despite his shakiness. When you got up, you cheered with him as he hugged you.“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered at him. Harry rubbed sheepishly at his neck, blushing profusely. He pulled you in for a hug and smiled.

[stressed-sunshine]

Diego x Reader with 23. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” 54.  "But this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable." 61.  "Are you kidding me? We're not 'fine'!" If you wanna :)

Tired of pretending

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy 

Characters: diego x bi!female reader

Words: 1605 words

Theme song: take me back by alex band

Author’s note: I wrote the reader to be bi so if that’s not comfy for you, you could always skip it or read something else. It’s just how I wanted it to go.

Warnings: blood, anguish, mental breakdown, self-hatred, implied hookup, uncensored swearing

Prompts: 23. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that they’re you.” 54. “But this is the only thing that’s made the last three years bearable.” 61. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

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Y/N and Diego met at the gym where he works. They’d lock eyes from opposite sides of the ring just to look away. Stolen seconds before they’d let go. She didn’t stay behind anymore to talk to him when they’d close up and she hated why. Her fear told her it was nothing but trouble and trouble wasn’t worth it. No matter how she disagreed with it, it was in control. Oh, how she dreamed of tearing down the walls with her bare hands to embrace him on the other side, but they were just dreams. Make believe. Could they even be together after these years?

An overwhelming hate built in her chest whenever she’d push those doors open. Their eyes would meet, one pair filled with something. All her limbs lost feeling. Her face, the only surviving piece of her until she pulled away and disappeared from his sight. Her fists collided with the punching bag. Colliding. Crushing. Bleeding. Screaming. The words of caution from her confidant fell on deaf ears until a gasp escaped from her mouth and crimson from her knuckles. 

She ripped off her gloves and wraps, disappearing into the bathroom. Her reflection laughed at her. Most accurately, gasping from laughter. Why do you find my pain hilarious? The chaos in my temples and ears. Why won’t you leave me be? I just want to be happy. 

The water rinsed off her blood and she hissed at it. It was more helpful than her own mind. Life was a cruel bitch, but not as cruel as herself. For she couldn’t even let herself be happy. Was it really her fault? Gods. At this point, who was to blame? Her? She didn’t know, but, oh, how she wanted to.

Her clean fist collided with the taunting reflective surface in front of her. Bugger off, she thought. This is my life. Leave me be. Why would I do that? Why am I so afraid? He could break your entire spirit. Like you’re doing right now? I… No.

The door of the restroom opened. Shouting didn’t break her thoughts. The arms of her trainer enveloped her and her frustration escaped in a cry for help. 

Her arms tightened, “I’m here, y/n. Oh god, what happened to you?” 

She didn’t respond. Her body trembled and her eyes shut like a locked door. 

“I’m fine.” Her voice cracked similarly to the shards across the tiles. 

She took her to hospital. Her lies kept her from being stuck there. It wasn’t clear to her why they’d let her leave when it was obvious, but she was out and she went to a bar to be alone. How ironic. Shut up. Drinks upon drinks, she felt a hand tap her and a woman spoke.

“Did you come alone, beautiful?”

“Yeah. Plan to change that?” How is that supposed to work?

“How about I buy you another drink?”

“How about we get out of here?”

“Sure thing, gorgeous.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The two locked lips at the bar but not the door at her place. The rest of the night was a blur and she was content with that. Anything to forget what had happened the last few days. The next day, she awoke to her hookup asleep. 

She left her there with no care if she stole anything. Her possessions meant nothing right now. Nothing did. Her numbness wasn’t in her limbs anymore. Her chest felt cold and her eyes blurred. Every swallow kept her vision good enough to go to the gym. Her body was in auto-pilot and she was gone. 

Her hands pushed open the doors. It was almost closing time and everyone had left by now. It would just be Diego… She wasn’t sure if the owner would be there, but at this point, she didn’t care. The man turned around. At first, he looked confused and on guard with someone bursting in there like that at this hour. But that quickly shifted to concern when he saw her. She looked different than the woman he’d grown to be friends with. 

She’d been avoiding him and he didn’t know why. But her eyes - they gave him chills and he felt like she was going through something. Something that she needed space for. How he was right yet wrong. His texts and calls were left on read and/or no response for days, until, eventually, he stopped altogether. His thought was that she was getting help or using the gym as an outlet. She was. 

She needs space, he thought. She’s getting help, he thought. I hope, it was the opening to those sentences, one that he’d block out when he met her gaze. He was scared too for her. And when he saw her there, he knew that he was so very wrong. 

“Diego Hargreeves…” 

Her words failed in her throat. The only freedom her numbness allowed her. And she was buggering it up. She choked it down and started again. This time, swallowing down her doubts, her fears bubbling up.

“I’m here to let you know that i’m fine. Everything is fine. So, stop staring at me like a lost puppy.” That’s not what I meant to say! “Okay!?” Shut up. She turned around and made her way back to the entrance. 

“Are you kidding?” 

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not fine! You’ve been isolating yourself from anyone who tries to care about you, even your own family and trainer. Who can get close to you without being pushed away? You need help. All you need to do is admit you need it.” 

Her voice snapped, “How can I? I won’t let me!”

“You’re the only thing stopping yourself! People are trying to help you and you just ignore them. I bet their pleas are the same as the ones between your ears. Just let go of this. Scrap it. Start over.”

“How!?” 

Shut up. No. 

He shook his head, “I don’t have all the answers, but a professional can help you find out how. Please just talk to someone. Me, you, a shrink. Someone you trust. I can swear to you that it’ll get better. Bottling it doesn’t help anybody.”

Water built up in her vision until she fell to her knees. Her face enveloped in her fingers. 

“I can’t talk to them.”

“Then talk to me.” 

He kneeled down beside her. He gave her space, but stayed semi-close. Just to let her know he was there for her, but only if she wanted him to be. Slowly, her hands moved from her face. The sobbing became quiet by this point and she looked up to him. His expression was supportive like a best friend would be. Once she looked at him, her eyes couldn’t keep from crying again. But this time, she let herself collapse into Diego who wasn’t expecting it. He fell on his bum, but kept her from hitting the hard floor.

Neither moved for what felt like eternity. Her tears soaked through his work shirt, but it meant nothing in comparison. Her nails dug into his skin and in return, his hand rested on hers. They loosened eventually. He gently rubbed a hand over her back. Over time, her sobs calmed down from a hurricane to a gentle rain. 

“Diego, I,” she wiped her nose with a sleeve. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that… they’re you, but this is the only thing that’s made the last three years bearable.”

“Is that why this is happening?” 

He had to ask. The thought of selfishness came to mind from what he wanted to say, ‘Am I the cause of your pain?’

She didn’t reply for sometime. All she did was sniffle and fiddle with her fingers for a good long while before she gave an answer.

“Partly, yes and no. I’m utter rubbish who… doesn’t deserve to be happy because I'm the most worthless thing on this entire bloody planet!” 

Her voice raised higher, faster, and angrier with every word until she was practically screaming. Her hands clashed repeatedly with the sides of her head vigorously until Diego clasped his around them.

“Stop. Stop!” 

She buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.

“Gods… Why can’t I be happy?” 

It sounded more like she was asking herself. Diego didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know either, but he wanted to try at least.

“Because you hate yourself. And… I don’t see why. You’re a good person.”

He gently placed both of his hands on the sides of her head and guided it to meet his eyes.

“You’re a good person.” 

She tried to blink away her tears. She couldn’t disagree with him. She was too afraid to let herself be happy, but here? This moment was an example of her potential rapture. Everything could be like this or better. Even if she was still afraid. Even if she was being screamed at from within. She could push forward until these fears are nothing but a memory.

“Thank you.” She hiccuped. He brushed her wet hair out of her face. “You’re welcome, y/n.”

She gave him a weak smile and met his gaze. 

“Could I-” 

She pressed her lips together and looked away. Now isn’t the time, she thought. And he’ll agree with me. There’s time in the future for this. He knows how I feel. How could he not? I practically screamed it in his face. 

A gentle pressure touched her forehead. Her hands went to his face and finally, she smiled.

“Promise me you’ll try and get an appointment.”

“I promise, Diego.”

[insomni-snacc]

Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Pt 4

Warning! Sexual humor and heavy swearing ahead.

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It's Showtime!

You two stood there, shuffling your feet for what seemed like hours. You'd never been proposed to before, even if it was fake. What came next? You had an old ring you had picked up the day before. The etched silver band reminded you of him, the carvings almost matching his signature stripes. You supposed you ought to give it to him now.

"Ah, by the way doll." Beetlejuice cut through your thoughts, "I uh… well since we need this gaggle of breather kids to see me it'd be best if…" he trailed off, barely audible as he mumbled "I'd like it if you'd summon me."

"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He raked his hands through his violently pink hair, "Just read this, dammit." He handed you a business card.

"... A matchmaker? Beej I don't think I need this right--"

"TURN IT OVER."

You did so. "Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice…"

He had to lean against the side of the house to steady himself. He was way too happy with the way his name sounded coming from you.

"Beetlejuice." You finished. A familiar cloud of green smoke formed around the two of you as the demon launched himself into the air. He did a flip and summoned up some fireworks, sending a wink in your direction. What a showoff.

"It's showtime, baby!" Being summoned, let alone by such an exceptional human, gave him the high he needed to get past the last few awkward minutes. He glided down to you, grabbing your hand to give you a quick twirl before pulling you off of your feet and dipping you backwards. "Thanks for callin' on me, tootse. What can I do ya for?"

"What just happened?"

"Well," he pulled you back up to your feet and swung you through a few dance steps while he explained, "I haven't really felt like I could ask Lyds to summon me after what happened last time, so I've only been here in SPIRIT, you might say." He chuckled at the pun. "You can only see me because you're a bit strange and unusual, like her. For normal folks to see me, and for me to be physically here, I gotta be summoned - and guess who just summoned their first demon!"

"... I did?"

"You did!" He nearly leapt around you as he continued flinging you about. Where had this man learned to dance? Was the instructor on cocaine?

Flustered by trying to keep up with his quickening dance moves (and, admittedly, by all of the physical contact with your attractive demonic friend), your thoughts went back to the ring burning a hole in your pocket. "Ah, here." He (thankfully) stopped dancing as you pulled the ring unceremoniously from your pocket, thrusting it towards him. "Gotta have the matching set, right?"

Gosh. You were just so smooth. Cool was your middle name. The demon across from you definitely didn't notice your palms sweating, right?

"Ah… yeah. Yeah I guess so…" His earlier bravado fled from him like a frightened bird. He picked up the ring and fiddled with it for several moments, avoiding eye contact like one look could strike him re-dead.

"Y/N! Beej! C'mon! We're gonna be late!" Lydia shouted from the driveway, pulling you two from your stupor.

"Shit, right. Uh… let's go wrangle some children?" Beetlejuice said, attempting to sound suave and totally unbothered (and failing).

"Yes, let's shall!" You two were going to set a record for the smoothest not-couple in New England.

Lydia, itching to test out her provisional license, insisted on driving the three of you to the school where you would be meeting the other students. Saving you from making any further cool-headed and completely normal conversation, she took the liberty of walking you and Beetlejuice through the rules on the drive. "Beej, I'm going to need you to shapeshift. Can you make yourself look, you know, alive?"

He slapped his cheeks, turning his skin marginally pinker and wiggling his eyebrows at you as if he'd just built the Eiffel Tower in front of your very eyes.

"Can you put in about 1% effort, at least?" Lydia deadpanned.

He huffed and shook himself, emitting a puff of green smoke. The man who emerged looked like your demon friend, but cleaner and a bit… suburban. His hair was a muted brown with emerald green streaks at his temples, the moss and soil that usually clung to every crevice was gone (though the earthy scent remained). He even swapped out his signature striped suit for a casual black button up and dark wash jeans. He looked… well he still looked really damn attractive, especially when he used your staring at his new appearance to give you that cocky grin of his.

"Like what you see, tootse?" He said, running his left hand through his hair. Your eyes snapped to the ring, your ring, on his finger.

"Yeah, life suits you." You smiled sincerely. "Could do without the grave smell, though."

"Hey, that's my natural musk you're talking about. Drives my lovers crazy, if you know what I mean." He leaned towards you, craning his neck to give you a good angle to take a whiff.

You fought the urge to take an exploratory inhale. You were failing. Thankfully, Lydia literally snapped you out of it, before you could embarrass yourself a third time today, by clicking her fingers in agitation. "Let's focus, lovebirds. We're almost there. Y/N, you remember the backstory I gave you?"

"Yup! I moved here one year ago looking for a quiet place to write my book, (and God, do I wish the quiet part were true) and met BJ while I was working on my laptop in the diner on 7th. He told me he'd help me through some dialogue I was stuck on if I took him to dinner. The rest, as they say, is falsified history" At least the reason you moved to New England had been true, though you hadn't exactly found much quiet time for writing in the last few months.

"We snuck out and fucked in the alley behind the diner, right next to that graffiti of those two cartoon cats. It was hella romantic." Beetlejuice slung an arm around you, "you told me right then and there you couldn't live without me or my amazing penis. Of course, I have standards, so I made you wait a few months before I popped the question, but--"

"Beej." Lydia warned.

"What? You didn't give ME a rundown on OUR backstory, so I've gotta improvise."

"I gave you the notes three days ago, it's not my fault you drew dicks all over them, Just let your lovely, responsible spouse do the explaining, ok?" She said, pulling into a parking space in the back of the school. There was a bus waiting there to take them all to the airport, already full of kids. She quickly jogged up to the doors, taking a seat with two kids in the back that you assumed must be her friends. You wasted no time in hauling your luggage inside and addressing the crowd.

"Hi! I'm Mx. Shoggoth, call me Y/N. I'll be your guide--"

"That's my bit!" A disgruntled Beetlejuice complained, pushing you aside. "Hey kids, who's ready to party it up in the Big Easy? Maybe get your voodoo on?"

"We're here to make sure they DON'T get into trouble, BJ."

"Ugh, lame."

"Right. Anyway, this is my husband, Lawrence. You can call him BJ" You gestured to your partner in crime, whose cheeks were tinged with that familiar pink you were used to in his hair. "We're here to make sure y'all don't get mixed up in any voodoo or, you know, die in any fashion."

"Booooo." A teen moaned from the back of the bus. You could hear Lydia chuckling, as well.

"See? You're lame, the kid agrees." Beetlejuice smirked, shoving you aside and taking a seat at the front of the bus. He patted the seat next to him, glancing at you as you finished up your safety spiel.

"... and we'll be meeting your music teacher at the airport, so til then I've been told you should be looking through your sheet music." You ended your speech, taking your seat next to Beetlejuice.

"So professional. Keep that up and I may lose my libido forever." He snickered.

"Yeah well, your sex life isn't any of my concern." You hissed.

"Oh, isn't it? Is that any way to talk to your loving husband?" He grabbed your hand, grazing your knuckles with his lips for good measure. It seemed, once there was an audience, Beetlejuice transformed back into his needy perverted self with no issue.

You, on the other hand, were still easily flustered. Perhaps, you noted as you felt your cheeks practically light on fire and your breath catch in your throat, even more so with an audience. You contemplated jumping through the bus doors just as they closed, sealing you into your fate.

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[hoopdiddies]

I'm Not Over You //Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 9)

A/N: All the fact checking had me reeling to be honest and this is one long-ass chapter, longer than the one where I said 'it's the longest I've written' but actually this wins the competition. I've used some lyrics from the song Photograph cos I felt like it would go nicely with the flow plus I am weak with hospital scenes because of the distresses that occur within it but I tried ya know ¯_(ツ)_/¯ It's a little messy and dramatic on a side note because I had to deal with some outside disturbances as well and my mind was on other things 😔 But again, thank you guys for supporting this series! Your feedbacks mean a lot ♥ Tag list is always open!! (seriously, I need more people to tag xd)

Summary: You had always loved Ben ever since you the two of you met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Warnings: That angst from 8? Yeah, it just upgraded, fluff if you, like, use a microscope, explicit description of blood and injuries, swearing but I kept it to a minimum, mentions of death but there's actually no death. Melodrama, ig? Sorry, I had a hard time writing consistently this week ^^'

WC: 6.5k (Someone got carried away.)

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care

@mrsdoradominguez-barnes

@mickmoon

@lakef

@mrsmazzello

@valeriecarolinaw

@queen-turtle-boiii

@loveandbeloved29

@hardzzellos

Parts: 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"Someone please help! Help us! "

"Bloody bastard just drove off without even stopping! "

"Are you fu- you left your phone?! He's barely clinging on to life!! Ask a random person to dial 911!"

"Oh god, what- what do we do- his head, his freaking head! There is so much blood right now!"

"D-don't move his neck! He's critical!"

"Rosy. Rosy. Calm down...he has to be fine..he should be... "

"An ambulance is on its way!"

"His head is fucking bloody! Do you even want- fuck! Someone help here! Someone, please help! "

"Is he even breathing?! "

"Oh god, Y/N! He's not- he's not! "

"You better not be joking around!"

"Joe! He is bloody dying and you think I'm fucking joking?!"

"He has no pulse as well..."

"I got to- I have to make an attempt to resuscitate him. "

"Are you sure?"

"We're not waiting for that goddamn vehicle! If I don't do it, he's going to die!"

"Wake up, Ben! Please, wake up..."

Blur. That's what everything was. A huge, uncoordinated, focal blur. A sea of people had crowded the scene like a flock of sheep ready to graze on the pasture, except the only green they had for their eyes was the sight of six, dreadful friends taking it in their hands to keep the seventh one grounded while they wait for professional help.

The ones with flashing cameras hoisted up high to document the scene disgusted you down to the pits of your stomach and you had wished for them to scatter away. You all, especially you had to bear the agony of seeing him motionless on the asphalt ground– without breath, skin drained of color while the only color highlighted in the spectrum was the copious but graphic amount of blood that had tainted the spot he was lying in– his hair coated in the sticky, sanguinary puddle, creating a traumatizing mix of blond and deep red that you now couldn't forget. The tears pricking from your eyes when you had given him mouth to mouth mingling with his bleeding forehead.

He had lost all consciousness at a maximum.

You had ached to cradle his body right there and then but had you acted on impulse; it would've worsened the situation.

Medics had filled in the scene seconds after you had given Ben a well-thought out CPR undeterred by your raging adrenaline. He was then brought into the ambulance with Rosy tagging along to be there when they rush him into the ER. You had gone after with the others in Gwilym's car, your shaking hands coated with drying blood -his drying blood- as you made your way to the hospital in a blistering cruise.

You're still in your dress, only topped with Joe's designer blazer to shield you from the cold and a warm, half-empty cup of brew situated between your palms partially substituting the natural heat of your skin, waiting quietly in the lounging room. They had transferred Ben to a private room after performing an operation on his head and scanning him afterwards. One of the emergency doctors remarked that if it weren't for your initiative to follow first aid protocol and give him immediate resuscitation before help had arrived– he would have gone ten minutes early.

You've been waiting an hour and a half for the doctor to step out of the room and deliver the news about his condition. And while you do that, Joe and Lucy have gone off to collect a fresh pair of clothing from the hotel for you to change into. Rosy is stood at the entrance making some calls, Gwilym and Rami have gone back to their respective hotels to change clothes and come back for the news.

You felt light hearing that comment but it's nothing compared to the aftermath of the accident. It was a hit-and-run and the driver didn't even step on his breaks or bother to stop to take responsibility.

Rami's blazer that had been used to delay Ben's bleeding has been given back to him for dry cleaning. To complicate the situation, you're supposed to be boarded on a plane back to England eight hours from now yet that's something you have to cross out from the bucket list, entirely. You're not going anywhere unless Ben heaves out a single sigh of life.

Not a single step out the fucking institution unless he opens those eyes.

Unless he parts his lips.

Unless he says your name.

You owe it to him for saving your life, nearly costing his.

And it's just 2 in the morning.

You put down the cup on the space next to you, bringing your hands up to your lowered head, underneath your eyes watering from all of that's happened tonight.

"We're back." Two figures stand before you minutes after your eyelids have fluttered shut in despair. You lift your head to be met with Joe and Lucy in their casual clothes, smiling sadly at you with paperbags in hand.

You return that smile with a much weaker one. They settle the bags down and Joe sinks down on one knee in front of you, taking your face in his hands gently while he peeks up at you. "I see the news isn't out yet. You can change, we'll take care of it."

"You sure?" You mumble quietly. He nods and you prolong a sigh as you sit up, getting tenderly lulled into a hug by Lucy. "He's gonna be okay." She expresses definitely as she rubs your back. You thank her for the reassurance before taking one of the bags that contains your clothes.

Pulling the hem of your sweatshirt in place, you couldn't wait to escape the lavatory. It smells of newly applied bleach and the pungent odor is plain nauseating. You close the door with the bag in hand on your way out but freeze in your spot as a certain, exclusive news breaks out in the TV screen above you.

"Just 10pm tonight, Bohemian Rhapsody and EastEnders star, Ben Hardy, has reportedly been gravely involved and injured in a hit-and-run just outside of Wallis Annenberg Center during the ongoing Vanity Fair after party. Sources said that he had dashed headlong down the traffic-jammed streets to what they said was an attempt to save co-star's, Joe Mazzello, date from an incoming vehicle– which he had succeeded in as he failed to save himself–" The rest of the news anchor's words go unprocessed in your head as you hurriedly trace your way back to the lounging area, unwilling to hear recurring reports at yours or anyone's expense.

It already hurts enough that you think it's partly your fault for acting so careless.

By now, the attending physician should be out and conveying the news to Lucy and Joe and as you arrive– he is, hands in his lab coat pockets, informing them in the most serious of tones.

They see you approaching and you ask immediately, words stumbling out of your mouth like perceivable beats. "Doc, how is he? How's Ben?"

With Lucy and Joe already informed about it, the doctor decides to tell you himself to save them the hassle. "He should be fine soon. However I must be frank with you, miss," your heart loses a beat for a fraction of a second at the suspense rising, "he flat lined twice in the ER. It took three sets of defibs to get his heart beating again." Hearing him break to you that Ben was a simple step away from death as they tried to treat him drains the warm color palette in your face, even with the affirmation that he's going to be alright; knowing there were two moments in which he had slipped in and out of life at the same time just upsets your stomach.

The doctor continues with his report, telling you that he's suffered from a mild to severe head trauma caused by the blunt force when he had his scalp dragged along the asphalt. Apparently he fissured the the near front of his skull and underwent neurosurgery for it.  You quickly get the idea, having studied a series of medical topics of course, but it doesn't invalidate the fact that it still sounds like a bad thing.

The doctor sighs and adds. "Although he bled internally at a minimum, he's lucky to have bled externally for the most part."

Forming a steeple of your fingers and stealing a quick glimpse of Lucy and Joe, you gulp hard. "How long 'til he wakes up?"

"I'd say in about 48 hours. His scan results after the surgery showed promise for a stable recovery though he might wake up a little dazed at first due to the moderate concussion," at least you're getting the assurance that he's waking up, "your friend has a thick skull. He'll recover in time, but with short-term effects."

48 hours. Not enough time for you to stay or leave.

"Can we see him? Right now?" Setting your expectations to the highest, you ask with a glimmer of hope and the doctor approves, minding you to turn down the lights in the room as Ben would likely be sensitive to it by the time he wakes. "A nurse will come by and check on him every once in a while as well."

You nod weakly, thanking him professionally as you gradually hang your head in disappointment. He wishes Ben a speedy recovery before turning on his heels, leaving you to it.

Lucy brings her short hair up in a pigtail, asking as she lifts up her share of the paper bags. "Are we going in now? I mean, the doc said we're able to." She vaguely points at the door of the room and you and Joe swap looks before deciding on it. You collect your items from the seats and draw in breaths as you follow suit, stepping into the room and being welcomed by the almost odorless whiff of paint and medicine; along with the light to moderate blow of the air conditioner.

As the door clicks close, you stand motionless yet internally trembling at the heartbreaking sight of Ben lying unresponsive, surrounded by various machines working to keep him alive. Flanking his bed are the heart monitor -fully functional- and a medical ventilator from which he is breathing from. He's hooked up to an IV bag with a breathing tube put into his mouth, his left arm is propped upon his abdomen but protected around a plaster and supported within a blue arm sling and lastly, his head is wrapped in a layer of roller bandage– the giveaway of his major injury.

"Y/N..." Joe cooing breaks you off from your vacant gaze but you hand him a forlorn eye as bring yourself to Ben's side, glancing over his limp body. He's taken quite a hit to have fractured his arm like this. His complexion didn't appear as livid as it is now and marking his bottom lip -which has lost that luscious red tint as well- is a small bruise, parted from his upper lip as he involuntarily breathes through the tube in his mouth. You don't hear his slow exhales but the normal rise and fall of his chest consoles a small part of you; the stable beeping of the heart monitor being the only occuring noise in the room. Concerned with how awfully quiet you've gone, Lucy and Joe give each other fitting looks as they share the same thought on the situation. As one of them begins to step close to ensure you're taking it well, you pipe up before them, your once honey-laced voice diminished to a monotone. "It's...not my fault."

"Of course, it's not," Lucy, being the one who has taken that step close, tenderly agrees but you add.

"It's not but it feels like it is."

Now Joe steps up next but stop as you add once more.

"And I told him I wanted to forget him and for him to do the same." Now some tears are inevitable.

"Y/N-"

"As impractical as it is to think about it now, but what if he does?" your hand has now hovered over him, the nerves of the pads of your fingers itching to skim themselves over his free hand, "I don't want to go. But I have to and he's still not gonna wake up by the time I leave."

His condition just yearns for your touch but you don't want to lay a hand on him just yet, out of the fear that you might hurt a small part of him.

Joe sighs softly as he puts his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them with ease. "Why don't you just email the institution about it? Tell them you're gonna have to delay because of an urgent matter."

"I can do that, but only a day after. I can't take long."

"Rami and Gwilym are on their way," Lucy reminds as she gets off her phone from messaging them, "with some food and water."

"None of us are burning the midnight oil then," Joe stretches his limbs and returns to the couch to take a moment to relax, eyes snapping wide as he remembers something. "By the way, Y/N. If you spilled your heart out to him earlier, did you include the bit where our relationship was all but pretend?"

Surely the stare you and Lucy are sharing towards him could render the atmosphere painful but you answer regardless of the topic, shaking your head as you turn your attention to Ben once more. "No. But he's bound to question it. That is if he remembers what happened."

Lucy rests her hand on her hip as she glances at the heart monitor, the waves tempting her eyes to follow them. "Doctor never implied anything about amnesia."

The three of you fall silent again with you locking your gaze at the man who didn't want to let you go. Who chased you down a busy highway knowing he'd bite the dust if he did and ended up saving you at the expense of his own well-being.

And life.

And his own soul.

He'll recover in a short period, yes. But when you had gently grazed your trembling hand over his bloodied head in the middle of the street, it was as if he was bound to never wake up. A visual you want to shake off for the sake of composure.

Joe and Lucy take notice of your stilled silence again, their expressions low-spirited. Taking small steps towards you, Lucy wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind and pulls out a certain object from her back pocket, slipping it to you. "Found this in the inner pocket of Ben's tainted blazer when the doctors gave his clothes to us."

You cast your gaze to what she's holding and hear your heart shatter at what it is. You slowly take it from her and sweep your thumb over it.

Ben's share of your Homecoming picture.

And behind it, the same date and continuation of what was written on your half.

You piece it in your mind and feel your eyes cloud with tears, a droplet making a small patter as it lands on the polaroid.

He kept it. In his blazer. He brought it along with him.

_I'm not going... anywhere at all. _

"But I am." You mutter as opposed to  the words in your head. For as long as you love him and he doesn't in the way you do, distancing yourself is something that needs to be done to make sure you finally let go. You'd stick around but it would further fragment your soul.

Just in time to tear you from reaching your breakfing point, the door creaks open to two men and a red-haired woman, two of whom are grasping paper bags containing some food and water and one with an overwrought look, respectively.

Lucy leaves your side and walks over to Rami's, kissing his cheek and helping them unload their items on the coffee table. Gwilym gives the three of you, and Rosy who had followed in behind them, an individual hug– asking you about Ben's condition as he lays eyes on him.

You assure him of a smooth recovery and it unknots the lump of worry he's under.

"Oh, Ben, baby... " Breaks down Rosy, who whizzes past you to tear up over her injured fiance. She gazes down painfully at the man before her and delicately fondles his blanch cheek, eyes narrowed to the point where her face has contorted to a scowl which she throws directly at you. "This is all your fault. "

Your brows crease at her in absolute confusion. "What are you talking about?" Sensing that an altercation is about to take place, the rest stumble quiet in preparation for the worst. Joe readies himself to butt in in case it escalates further.

"What did you say to him?" She asks you in a form of a hiss.

"Nothing! I-"

"He chased you down! You must have said something that set him off!" Her demanding voice echoes off the walls, overlaying the beeping and whizzing of both the heart monitor and ventilator. You begin swearing to her that you didn't say anything of the sort but trail off as you realize that what you had actually said, was something that indeed hurt him.

You draw your lips between your teeth and clench your fist, unable to respond with the truth, fearing it might just fuel the fire.

"That's- that's not important now." You shake your head dismissively and turn around.

"It is. You led Ben out into the street, agitated."

"Rosy, please. Can we not talk about this now? We're squabbling in front of an unconscious man-"

"Okay girls. Our boy is out cold but that doesn't mean he can't hear, right?" Eager to quench the growing conflict, Gwilym slides in between the dangerous proximity you've put yourselves in and you huff an apology.

On the other hand, Rosy does the complete opposite. "No, Gwilym. He has been acting strange for weeks and to think tomorrow's supposed to be our wedding! And this is all because of her."

Gwilym turns to her firmly and tries calming - or rather shutting her up for the sake of the peace Ben needs to heal- her down. "We're not throwing fingers here. I know tomorrow's the day and you don't want to put him under pressure, right? I don't think he's going to succumb to waking up if this goes on."

Rami, Lucy and Joe have remained unbelievably quiet but are as keen as Gwilym to prevent something unnecessary as this. It's barely 3 am in the morning for the love of God and you're all in a hospital room. Sleeping patients could bang their fists on the walls from the other side any time.

You, on the other hand, have already made four steps towards the door, ready to leave the room to be alone with your thoughts for the night but you're unable to twist the knob as Rosy snaps once more with the hint, distressing with a clenched jaw.

She's unrelenting.

"Please Y/N, you're overstepping and frankly it's getting in the way of my relationship with Ben."

"You have no idea what I'm trying to do," You mumble in the most bitter of intonations for Rosy to get the message, your fingers clenching around the knob and producing a faint chink. "But he's my best friend. Let me be the person I've always been to him, " you whip your head at her -a stare you're certain could equal to a pelted javelin- and draw your brows together, pleading on account of choosing to be present in a crisis such as this, " he's all yours anyway."

With a strong swing of the door, you march angrily out of the room, making your way outside the building to blow off steam – the smooth rub of the polaroid between your fingers surrendering you to tears.

You give yourself exactly 48 hours to stay before heading back to England to board your flight for Spain.

10 hours

Ben's accident was a clean hit-and-run. Apparently some bystanders had snapped a shot of the license plate the moment the car slowed down and accelerated afterwards. It was then delivered to the police to be given further investigation. His parents have flown in from England to visit him and you badly wish you could greet them but some things are just too heavy to do right now. Back at the hospital, Ben's been given hourly checks and assessments, with each desired result constant. He's not responsive to any physical contact but the doctor is certain that he can perceive sound and sound only.  His body is asleep but his mind isn't.

The rest will be visiting him at dusk while you're going in late with Joe.

After sending an email to the university about your 24-hour delay, you spend the entire day just waiting to go down there and be by his side. Regarding your solitude in the hotel room, Rami had Lucy stay in with him for the meantime and being initially worried about leaving you, she had asked for your permission to which you said yes to.

Sometimes in the day, you can't hold back a few tears at the flashing memory.

17 hours

Loving can hurt

Standing in front of the private room, you clutch the collar of your shirt anxiously, hearing incoherent but distinct murmurs on the other side of the door. Joe looks down at you and squeezes your hand lightly to relieve you of pressure. He knows how much this is affecting you, and though not visually shown, he's taking it hard too.

Loving can hurt sometimes

The door opens to a couple you've familiarized yourself with for so long. Ben's parents.

"Y-Y/N?" Says his mum, unable to believe that it's you standing before her. Your breath hitches as you grin sadly, being pulled into her embrace. "It's been so long."

"It has, Mrs. Jones."

Joe shakes hands with his father as he introduces himself politely. Mr. Jones greets you in with a light hug as well and you can't help but spill a few tears.

But it's the only thing that I know

They give you full access to the room

as they themselves have to leave for a while, thereby trusting their son to his closest circle. Knowing how tight you and Ben are, they give you much of their trust on this one and you'd want nothing more than to make sure he'll wake up without any further complications. They obviously know about Rosy but witnessing how long you and Ben have grown on one another, they trust you the most.

They bid you and Joe goodbye, leaving access to the room exclusive.

When it gets hard

As you begin closing the door behind Joe, he insists that you have some alone time with him. Though it may feel weird but he feels as if you need this the most with time going against you now. Touched by his thoughtfulness, you give him a quick embrace before he leaves you to it.

You know it can get hard sometimes

The sight before you hasn't changed that much.

The same monitors and the same person.

Same feeling.

However you'd rather take everything

in a different light and situation.

You fiddle with your fingers as you accumulate the strength to swallow the lump in your throat, drawing yourself to his side. The mild, incessant whirring of both the air conditioner and ventilator occupies the silent atmosphere along with the steady beeps of the heart monitor, blocking the huge gulp you've taken.

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

Slowly taking a seat on the stool positioned beside the guard rails of the bed,  you let out a quavery sigh– the byproduct of all the tearing up you've  done today. You take his free hand in yours and stroke his pale knuckles with your thumb, leaning in to plant a kiss on it.

We keep this love in a photograph

"Ben? It's me. Can you hear me?"

One-sided conversations are helpful according to experts and this is the perfect opportunity to tell him everything without having to bear the flits in his expression.

But you beg to differ.

We made these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing.

You continue, allowing every crack and quiver to manifest in your voice no matter how relatively pathetic it will make you sound.

"Ben, please, you gotta wake up. You're leaving us in a hot mess here, bud. Hell, you gave your parents the scare of their lives. I know I'm starting off rough with this, but it's all cause you had to leap in like that. But then again, it was- it was not your fault. This- all of this is not your doing. I should've been more careful on that road. Would've been better if I had cut back on the melodrama, huh? Haha..."

You lick your lips and resume, owning the patters your tears have soiled on the tiled floor.

Hearts are never broken

"I'm sorry if I had to hide it all from you, " you build it up slowly, tears tenacious to leave your eyes, "it's just that I was afraid you'd soon forget me once you've married and I wouldn't be part of your life anymore. To make matters worse, I have always loved you, Ben. On every level and aspect, I still do. Sticking around to see you spend the rest of your life with someone else when that feeling is still present is just toxic. And to think you're supposed to be wedded tomorrow, "you sniffle, taking a few seconds to form your following words, "that's why it would be easier if we- if we...oh god, I'm actually much more of an actor than you are..." You want to chuckle for it, but nothing resembling a chuckle mopes out of your mouth. Just...short breaths.

Time is forever frozen-

"But I truly am happy for you. I really am. But I can't be happy myself when you've taken a huge portion of my heart and I'm just...I just want to make sure nothing will ever ruin your happiness," You close the distance between you and the bed, your hot tears dripping on his arm sling, the cloth absorbing it. You're really taking advantage of his inability to respond.

"I'm s-sorry, Ben. I don't know how long I can stay by your side like this. Literally like this. But as long as I am able, " you lower your head onto his chest, now shamelessly sobbing like you haven't broken down in centuries, squeezing his free but chilly hand like it's the only thing that'll give you warmth tonight, "I'm sorry if I'm going somewhere."

And still

Despite promising to give you a moment alone with him, Joe -having recurring, inquisitive tendencies- has acted as opposed to his promise and  eavesdropped on your unrequited talk due to having to wait too long, not realizing that after hearing all your words exit in sobs, you've fallen asleep with your head on Ben's chest.

Joe glances around the hall before budging the door open, careful not to disturb you as he sees you out cold next to him. He presses his lips into a hard line and chuckles quietly, amused as he grabs an available sheet from the couch and drapes it over you. The moment he notices a tear droplet stuck in the corner of your eye, he wipes it away with his thumb, sighing profoundly.

"Rosy's gonna flip when she gets back and sees this. So, " Joe, mumbling on his own, tumbles back down onto the couch and kicks back, "I'll be here just in case."

20 hours

So you can keep me

A nurse opens the door with a tray and clipboard in hand to conduct an hourly assessment of his condition, not minding your head placement on his chest. He's still unresponsive to anything external.

I**nside the pocket of your ripped jeans **

As the test ends and the nurse closes the door on her way out, his finger twitches.

30 hours

Holding me closer til our eyes meet

Joe wakes you up softly with a bowl of soup in hand– something he bought from the cafeteria upstairs. You lift your heavy head from its recent spot and blink your bleary eyes at him, giving away a wry smile and telling him you'll eat later on.

You won't ever be alone

"By they way, this slipped from your pocket." He slips something off the table and hands it to you with a knowing look, that something being the dual polaroids you've taped together the other night. You take it from him deliberately and turn your head to Ben, before staring down at the joint pictures, nostalgia ever so sudden like a whiplash.

Wait for me to come home

35 hours

Loving can heal

Rami and Lucy have stopped by to visit and take your 'shifts' considering Rosy is still absent and you and Joe had to return to the hotel to change. The attending physician and a nurse come in to replace his breathing tube with a nasal cannula, since the assessment done hours prior has shown that he's already capable of breathing on his own.

39 hours

Loving can mend your soul

"Funny how today is supposed to be his wedding but we're getting a funeral instead. " Morbidly comments one of Ben's visitors and closest friends. Every single person in the room who has come by to visit Ben shoots a death glare at him for making that joke within a two feet radius of Ben who is sure to give him a bop on the head the minute he gets up.

41 hours

And it's the only thing that I know

Meanwhile Rosy had spent the entire day rescheduling the wedding and the once volatile reactions she's had do a 360 and is brought down to one, constant look as she bumps into you on your way to Ben's room.

42 hours

I swear it will get easier, remember that with every piece of you

You both don't say a word until you've settled down on the couch as she strays to Ben's side and wipes the glistening speckle of sweat on his cheek with her thumb, the silence coming to a close as you pry the words out of your mouth.

"Rosy, believe me. I have never harboured the thought of coming between you both. I'm only ever there for him as a friend."

And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

Giving you an impassive eye, she ignores your words entirely and turns her attention back to her fiance.

45 hours

We keep this love in a photograph

You don't leave the room with the hours progressing to the moment he's timed to wake up. A lot of people have paid him a visit, cracking jokes and talking to him notwithstanding the fact that he's utterly unresponsive. They've done all they can to lighten the mood in the room, hoping all their antics and bliss would lure Ben out of his induced insensibility. But he's nowhere near the edge.

We made these memories for ourselves

47 hours

With Rosy snuggled up against his side, Ben retains immobility and it's a sight you're not used to since he's one of the most fidgety arseholes who's ever graced your life. You know you'd be bombed by her if you do this with her close by, but you had given yourself exactly 48 hours to stay before heading back.

Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken

And so you wander to the opposite side of the bed and peer at down your wristwatch for the time.

Time's forever frozen and still.

48 hours

"Ben?" You whimper close to his ear. He's not responding. You know he wouldn't wake up that quickly at the strike of the exact hour but you're impatient to say goodbye to him with his forest, green eyes on full display and wandering around your (Y/E/C) ones to bolster you up.

"Hey." You coax into his ear again, still no response. The racing beat of your heart has matched the beeps of the heart monitor. His heart beats. The similarity is sketchy but nearly symbolic. You're leaving in the morning and he's not up and lively for you to fervently crush in a parting embrace.

"Bud, please. I can't force you to wake up but I'm leaving tomorrow. You have to help me...here." At this point, though how eager you are to, you can't let some tears stream down from your eyes since the possibility of Rosy waking up to you catching sobs is feasible, but Ben's involuntary stillness is not helping you with that ordeal. Losing all hope for a night, you straighten up and collect your things from the couch, deciding to come back one last time tomorrow prior to your departure.

You quickly open the door to the attending physician who's about to step in to take physical tests but you whisk past him without taking a second look.

Easy to say you didn't have a good night sleep with all the stresses weighing down on you that night. Either you hyperventilated in your slumber or remained asleep but with tears seeping from your half-closed eyes.

You've sent Lucy a text in the early hours of the morning notifying her about your departure today. She hasn't responded yet.

"Just a 24-hour delay? Are they that heartless?" Leaning on the door frame of your hotel room with a bitten donut in his hand, Joe questions as he watches you prop your luggage against the open door. "I had to reschedule the flight thrice last month, this one being the latest. It's only reasonable," You huff as a matter of fact, fixing the scarf that has dangled loose around your neck and staring into oblivion barely a second after going tight-lipped.

Finishing his donut, Joe pokes you out of your momentary trance. "You alright?"

You shake your head.

"I don't even know if he's awake now. It's past 48 hours and what if he-"

"There's only one way to find out," appeasing your elevating worry, he grabs you by the shoulders and looks you square in the eye, silently guaranteeing you of his recovery.

Since he'll be driving you to the airport, your things are neatly stored in the confines of the backseat but of course, you have to see Ben one last time, setting aside all the excruciating anticipation.

You scurry into the entrance with Joe by your side, out of breaths by the time you arrive at the door of Ben's room. Taking precautionary measures, you knock firmly on the surface expecting someone or Rosy to answer. But nada. You swap some looks with Joe and twist the knob gently, finding the room free of visitors and medical staff. Perhaps they've assessed him an hour prior.

"No one's around."

As you begin slipping a foot through the ajar door, Joe puts a hand on your shoulder, stopping you mid-step.

"Lucy's on her way."

His update on her reply makes you smile and you continue into the room, seeing the curtains that had blocked the sunlight for two days cast aside, spilling some sunlight into the room.

You take small, wobbly steps along the floor, unable to accept that until now he hasn't fluttered open those orbs you loved staring into so much. You suddenly fear that a complication has risen and is causing his extended unconsciousness but that must be the least of your worries.

So you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

He has to hear you. He has to. He has to.

He's gone really pasty. Dark circles under his eyes despite being asleep for two days. He has grown a scruff and looks painfully unruly, but still a face of an angel. You crouch and take his free hand in yours– careful not to disconnect the IV tube from his wrist, caressing it and drawing in a sharp inhale to free yourself of any doubt to speak up. "Ben. It's Y/N. You're scaring us, you know. The doctor said you'd wake up earlier but why? Why haven't you? What are you doing in there?"

This being the end of the long haul for you, you're not forcing anything at bay anymore– not your tears, not your peeves and certainly not your feelings. You interlace your fingers around his and kiss the back of his hand, your cheeks growing scarlet and wet with tears.

Holding me closer til our eyes meet, you won't ever be alone.

You get up from crouching and throw your arm around him in defiance of the possibility of applying a lot of pressure on his chest. It feels so different holding him that way. For the time you have left, an overly emotional, one-sided conversation should make up for the lost times that would've been great for those.

And if you hurt me, that's okay baby only words bleed

"You really kept that Homecoming picture, didn't you? Coincidentally I did too, just forgot it was there as well. But I pieced it back, by the way. Ironic that we both made a promise on those polaroids the night before graduation. I-I have it with me here, just so you know. Just thought I'd bring it out since...I'll be going soon." You pull the pictures out from the pocket of your coat with trembling hands, eager to wave them in front of him. Once out, you place it on the bedside table for him to keep once more but with your share of the picture.

Inside these pages you just hold me, and I won't ever let you go

You lay your forehead on his, your tears dripping onto his closed lids as you sob his name to get him to wake, at the same time feeling his soft exhales brush against your chin. " I told you I'd be strong and I'm trying to be. I know it sounds like a selfish thing to do but you have to trust me on this one. I want to move on, Ben. You're bound to be wedded soon and have a family of your own. I want to be there for that. I want to be that aunt who'll spoil your kids and make them fight you for the craziest demands. Those things I'd gladly do...if I wasn't this hopeless for you," Little by little, your voice comes out as broken whisper– losing your strength to add any more things to say in the process. On the other side of the door, Joe is finally joined by Lucy who has arrived not a minute late and they can't help but tear up a little at how uncontrolled your crying is slowly turning out, it's become audible enough to be heard from outside.

"Ben, buddy. Come on." He huffs against the hardwood as he and Lucy are tempted to barge in.

Burying your face into the exposed column of his neck with your arm slackening from being draped across his chest, you utter a voiceless but heartfelt statement.

Wait for me to come home

"I love you, Benjamin Jones. Be happy for me."

Your words hang thinly in the fragile air as you pull away from that proximity and leave a long kiss on his forehead, walking back sadly to the door with your hand outstretched ready to grab ahold of the knob.

"H-how could I be..."

The words released sound like a mere memory resonating in your head but you are proved wrong once you turn around.